You and I together, with nothing showing at all,
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In a darkened cinema, I'll give you pleasure in the stalls.
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Want to give you tenderness, and my affection too.
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If it's through clenched teeth, that's what you driven me
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to
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I want us to be lovers
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I want us to be friends
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Want it like; it's the living end.
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Keep me away from her.
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With your kittens. on the patchwork quilt,
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Oh no, what am I doing here, in the house Jack Kerouac built.
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There's white magic, and bad rock'n'roll,
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Your friend there says, he's the gatekeeper to my soul.
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The velvet curtains
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The Chinese bell
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With friends like these; you're damned as well.
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Keep me away from her.
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Shake off your despondency, and your country girl act.
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You are reading me poetry, that's Irish, and so black.
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I know you're warm, the warmest person alive,
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But are you warm, deep down inside?
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I want us to be lovers
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I want us to be friends
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Want it like; the world crumbles and then it ends.
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Keep me away from her.
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Baby, I'm lonely.
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You're on the road with a bad crowd.
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The House Jack Kerouac Built
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The Go-Betweens |