I could tell a story, but I cannot wake my husband up from sleep
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"I could have married others" says the actress in a pornographic film
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Oh mother o mother of mine
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I'm not saying this love is wrong, just that I [get it right?
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And if you, o mother o mother of mine
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Have fallen in love with a man who imports cola, that would be fine
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Though he has a good job
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I hope he has a friend [upon the politburo]
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His eyebrows grow together
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People in the office are bound to talk
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And as the full moon comes
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And the dogs have all run off to die in peace
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And as the scent grows strong
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I hope we make it to the bay by 8 a.m.
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Mother's plucking eyebrows, seem to grow while she is fast asleep
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There are explanations
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That seem to matter less and less each passing day
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And as the full moon comes, etc....
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My Path Belated
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| Camper Van Beethoven |
