Raquel.
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I am not well.
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Raquel.
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And if I was a bell,
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I wish that you'd ring it.
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And if I had something to tell
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I could not unless I could sing it.
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Raquel.
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I am not well.
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And if I was a ball,
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I wish that you'd bounce it.
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And if I give you a telephone call,
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Oh baby, please don't announce it.
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Don't announce it.
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Raquel.
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I am not well.
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Raquel.
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What is this feeling
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that I'm not trying to squelch?
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I don't know your last name,
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I just know it's not Welch.
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Raquel.
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You always cast a spell.
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And if I was a ghost,
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I wish that you'd haunt me.
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But what I'd really like the most
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is baby, baby--that you want me.
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What is this feeling
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that I'm not trying to hide?
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I feel no shame
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but I feel no pride.
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Raquel.
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It's a color call from hell.
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And if you had a brain,
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I think that you'd diss me.
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But if you was really insane,
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Oh baby, baby--could you kiss me?
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Could you kiss me?
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Raquel.
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I am not well.
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Raquel.
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Raquel.
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I am unwell.
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Raquel.
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Raquel
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| Violent Femmes |
