She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
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She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms
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She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door
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She had eaten her dog and she was back for more
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Back for more, back for more
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Oh she was back for more, some more, yes please, some more
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Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat-socked demi-god
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And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod
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And her front porch gave way beneath the classified weight
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And when an ambulance came they said it's much too late
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Oh it's much too late, oh it's much too, much too late
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Oh it's much too late, how late? Very late, too late.
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Now the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A.
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Have been penpals for years cause they both hate ballet
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Only the pandas and bears have made a clean get away
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But the news bulletin claims it is gonna be okay
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Now Miss Lucy had a sweat shop where the immigrants work
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Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the 12 o'clock stroke
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Promptly confiscated by police precinct number X
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That was when alien geraniums entered into a fight
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No violence, of course, no violence, no violence, of course
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Hey no violence, of course, of course, why yes, of course
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I mean, I mean, of course, why yes, of...of course
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Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long
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And the T.V. gets quiet as I hear a real bad song
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The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue
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And there's a back of a truck selling smoke free lungs
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And there's a back of a truck selling alien pods
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And there's a back of a truck selling game show hosts
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And there's a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead
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And there's a back of a truck selling crumb free bread
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This is New York!
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Now there's a back of a truck selling the back of a car
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And there's a back of a car selling road way maps
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And there are road way maps selling a back of a head
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Hey how much for that back of a head, man?
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Hey wait a minute, hey wait a minute
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Wait a minute that's...wait a minute that's my back of a head
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Hey you can't sell that, man, that's my back of a head
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Hey, hey sell it back to me, man, sell it back to me
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Hey it's, it's my m-m-m-m-m-m-mine
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She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
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She was the Mother Superior with her carry-on luggage charms
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She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door
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She had eaten her dog and she was back for more
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She had eaten her dog, D-O-W-G
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She had eaten a dog, d-d-dog, d-d-dog, dog, dog, dog
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She had eaten a...eaten a...eaten...eaten her...ooooh
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Mmmmmm...mmmm...mmm
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Ohhhh...ohhh....ohhhh
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Ooooh....ooooooh...ooooh
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Some more, yes please, some more
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Some more, yes please, some more
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Back Of A Truck
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| Regina Spektor |
