Some kinds of love
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Marguerita told Tom
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Between thought and expression lies a lifetime
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Situations arise because of the weather
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and no kinds of love
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are better than others
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Some kinds of love
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Margueirta told Tom
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like a dirty French novel
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the absured courts the vulgar
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and some kinds of love
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the possibilites are endless
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and for me to miss one
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would seem to be groundless
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I head what you said
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Margueritat told Tom
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And of course you're a bore
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But at that you're not charmless
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for a bore is a straight line
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that finds a wealth in division
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and some kinds of love
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are mistaken for vision
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Put jelly on your shoulder
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Let us do what you fear most
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That from which you recoil
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but which still makes your eyes moist
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Put jelly on your shoulder
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lie down upon the carpet
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between thought and expression
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let us now kiss the culprit
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I don't know just what it's all about
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Put on your red pajamas and find out.
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Some Kinda Love
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| The Velvet Underground |
