Gee, but it's hard When one lowers one's guard to the vultures Now, me I regard it A torturous hardship that smolders Like a peppermint eaten away Will I fight? Will I swagger, or sway? Tee hee, milady She cries like a baby Scold us See her tumbling down Heil to the monkey We're having a funky reunion Wasted and sunk He can only have Sunday communion He's got nicotine stains in his eyes He's got nothing to protect but his pride Oh smothered a kiss Or be drowned in blissful confusion See her tumbling down
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