Here comes the bride
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And there goes the groom
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Looks like a hurricane
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Went thru this room
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Smells like a poolhall
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Where's my other shoe
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And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
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Looks like you spent the nite in a trench
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And tell me,
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How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench
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Blue roses are dead
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And the violets are too
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And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
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Well, I've told you before
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I won't tell you again
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You don't defrost the icebox
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With a ball point pen
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This railroad apartment
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Is held together with glue
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And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
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Because I know
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I been swindled
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I never bargained for this
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Once more you never cared about me
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Why don't you get your own place
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So you can live like you do
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And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
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Take all your relatives
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And all of your shoes
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Believe me I'll really swing
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When you're gone
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I'll be living on chicken and wine
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After we're thru
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With someone I pick up after you
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With someone I'll pick up after you
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With someone I'll pick up after you
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with someone I'll pick up after you
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Picking Up After You
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| Tom Waits |
