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I got so fucking romantic, I apologize Lemme light your cigarette Come visit Kansas for a week of debauchery Songs and high fives and weird sex Cute thing Don't be rude, thing Hot thing It was nothing God Give me Dan Bejar's voice And John Entwistle's stage presence I will be your rock, God, when you're rolling the dice I got so fucking romantic, I apologize Lemme smoke your weed, no wait Healthy minds make sexy bodies Let us touch so much of ourselves together Cute thing (Cute thing) Don't be rude, thing (Don't be rude, thing) Hot thing (Hot thing) It was nothing (It was nothing) Dog (Dog) Give me one little chance (Chance) I can make you a man (Man) I will be your rock, Dog (Woof, woof) When you're rolling your eyes (Ahh) Ahh, (ahh) ahh (Ahh) Ahh, ah-ah-ah (Ahh) Ahh, (ahh) ahh (Ahh) Ahh, ah-ah-ah (Ahh) Ahh, (ahh) ahh (Ahh) Ahh, ah-ah-ah Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo He died in an explosion Of mixed media and poorly written reviews And some stammering drunk who tried to tell him how good his shit was "That is some good shit, man!" I accidentally spoke your first name aloud Trying to make it fit in the lyrics of "Ana Ng" Worked like a charm We're getting old When will we walk in each other's majestic presence? Listen, hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if I was John Linnell Or trying to be John Linnell I am love I would sleep naked Next to you naked I am love I am love I would sleep naked Next to you naked I am love I am love Like some Stanley Kubrick porn director Casting couples, eyes wide shut for a reason
Writer(s): John C Flansburgh, William Barnes, John S Linnell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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