She swings the string of pearls on the corner
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The street lights reflect the light in the water
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The string it snaps and the pearls go sailing
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And they splash and bounce and roll 'cross the wet street
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As she bends to chase the pearls a car swings 'round the corner
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She darts from the eyes of the panic-struck driver
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Who's racing to the delivery room
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'Cause in the back seat his wife is busting out of her womb
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And the sack breaks and out come the Siamese Twins
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Who grow up to become the first President
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With two heads
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Far better than one
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He puts his heads in his hands, says I got to put my heads together
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I can't become the best President ever
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And not just President
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Fend for yourself
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Signs his name, takes the blame for all of the names with no shame
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In their beliefs
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They adjourn and they leave, and in walks a man
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With a broom and a knife and blood on his hands
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And he sweeps everything under the rug
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And goes home to his kids and gives them a hug
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But his wife was not there, she had just left a letter
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That said "you'd be much better off without me"
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Now his wife took the train to her ex-lover's funeral
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Who died in the bathroom, hit his head on a urinal
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When they got together, the knowledge was carnal
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And the widow was at the funeral, and they had quite a catfight
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And they fell into the hole where the casket was resting
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And the preacher just left in the middle of the sermon
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'Cause death was one thing, but women made him nervous
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And he ran to his car and he drove 'round the corner
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Then something in the street caught the light in his eye
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He pulled over, reached down, and picked up a pearl from the gutter
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And he didn't know what to think
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So he brought it home and washed it in the sink
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And he gave the pearl to Sister Mary Teresa
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Who could not accept it so she gave it to Lisa,
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A young prostitute who was missing a pearl
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From the necklace that broke late last night
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String of Pearls
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| Soul Asylum |
