Why do lovers park down deserted lanes
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Near haunted houses or homes for the insane
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Like the deformed son who was locked in a shed
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Later escaped when he chopped off their heads
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Why do axe murderers only attack
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When you're partially nude
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Or you're taking a bath
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Though there are times I feel softer then most
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Some days like yogurt
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And some days like toast
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Sorority girls and fraternity boys
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Always deflowered if they're rich or they're spoiled
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So we never feel bad when Aunt Betty who's dead
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Surprises them lying on her wedding bed When we're making love now I feel so exposed
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Might you impale me or turn into those
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Creatures over in my mind
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Forget about the last five years
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Back in the woods along a dirt track there is a house
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An old women on the porch with three dogs
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One of them blind
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Who knows what will happen
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Or what blind dogs see
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And I wish there was some place
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I really wanted to be
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I'm crossing over
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Crossing Over
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| Camper Van Beethoven |
