I'm just sitting at the table thinking about me With my moccasins on and waiting by my phone With my half (?) like a dealer's drone I am the deep down clown, you better throw me a bone Cause I'll be making that sound, when they leave me alone With the past pains (?) in my hands You got to give me a chance to reverse this romance So when I pick my phone I have a place I can go
No no, don't leave me hanging like a spider with no fly Cause I've been banging on the walls cause I'm too dry to cry
All top is here I (?) some things With two dimensional faces make me feel ashamed So I keep 'em tucked away in a folder that's real But I don't need to remind him cause there's nothing I have But what I (?) when I tell you to come right along In my one-room shack, you know we can't go wrong I got nine hard inches like a pitchfork prong So honey lift up your dress and help me sing this song
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