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Let's talk about the time
I had this Morticiachair in my apartment
Right there in front of the living-room
As an open invitation for strangers
Smiling like a face waiting for a telephone-call
Of a beloved feline
She is in a state and it's California
She's been there for quite a while
I got no present !
I got no present !
Drop the phone
Take the plane
And come back home again
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
By the time of my second car crash
I got totally wired
Like in the days, I cut myself up
With a razor-blade oh nostalgia
Lost myself in so many ways
I didn't know what to think of it
Maybe I think to much, I don't think so
Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears
Its only variation
Had long and boring conversation about nothing
Talked so much I bored myself to death
And the more I talked, the more I turned into a vegetable
God I'm such a fool
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
I'll behave won't you shame me
I'm into deep, won't you shame me
I'll behave won't you shame me
I'm into deep, won't you shame me
Taste of orange orange
Oh Little Christ
I'm in her bath-tub,
Consulted Consulted Consulted Consulted
I'll behave won't you shame me
I'm into deep, won't you shame me
I'll behave won't you shame me
I'm into deep, won't you shame me
She knows where she rolls
When she goes for the doorknob
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I'm bored
Bored
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