If I could be anything in the world that flew
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I would be a bat and come swooping after you
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And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew
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Well you know what happens after dark
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When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts
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And all the missionaries lose their bark
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Oh, all the trees are calling after you
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And all the venom snipers after you
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Are all the mountains bolder after you?
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If I could be anyone of the things in this world that bite
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Instead of an ocelot on a leash, I'd rather be a kite
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And be tied to the end of your string
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And flying in the air, babe, at night
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Cause ou know what they say about honey bears
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When you shave off all their baby hair
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You have a hairy minded pink bare bear
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And all the balls are rolling out for you
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And stones are all erupting out for you
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And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you
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Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff were grooving on the street
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And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet
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Her belly button was her mouth
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Wich meant she tasted what she'd speak
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But the funny thing is what happened to her nose
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It grew until it reached all of her toes
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Now when people say her feet they mean her nose
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And curtains laced with diamonds dear for you
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And all the Roman Noblemen for you
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And kingdom's Christian Soldiers dear for you
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And melting ice cap mountain tops for you
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And knights in flamming silver robes for you
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And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you
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Swoop, Swoop
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oh baby,
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Rock Rock
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Swoop, Swoop, Rock, Rock
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Andy's Chest
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| The Velvet Underground |
