My, my, my, we're treating each other just like strangers
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I can't ignore the significance of these changes
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But you can't treat it lightly, and you'll have to face the consequences
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All my worst fears are grounded
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You have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me (no, no, no).
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By this time I got to looking for a kind of substitute
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I can't tell you who I found, except that it rhymes with dissolute
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But my baby's so lazy, she is almost unable, and it's driving me crazy
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And her loving's just a fable that we try, with passion, to recall
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Send for an ambulance or an accident investigator
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He's breathing like a furnace
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So I'll see you later, alligator
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He'll set the sheets on fire
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Mmm, quite a burning lover
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Now he'll barbeque your kitten
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He is just another learner lover
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You have to make the choice between the Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch and me.
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The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch
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| Brian Eno |
