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The curtains are closed now, nothin' to see
But a dozen dying roses at our feet
Your timin' is perfect, ironic to me
Showin' up the moment that you shouldn't be, oh
Last time I checked, you're the one that left
Last words you said, that you couldn't care less
It's funny how you miss me
More than you could ever love me
How you couldn't give me everything
And now you want it from me
Yeah, it's funny how it's different
Now that I got somebody
Yeah, it's funny (Yeah, it's funny)
Ooh-ooh
Tied to a wheel, my fingers got to feel Bleeding through a tourniquet smile I spin on a whim, I slide to the right I felt you like electric light For our love, for our fear For our rise against the years and years and years Got a machinehead, it's better than the rest
At the Telly, Bones is doing pipe work Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt The Latina on the corner started to flirt And I knew that when she saw me, babydoll was gonna jaw me
Tried to amend my carnivorous habit
Made it nearly 70 days
Losing weight without speed, eating sunflower seeds
Drinking lots of carrot juice and soaking up rays
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zucchini fettucini or bulgur wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye- 4 and 20 blackbirds backed in a pie- when the pie was opened the birds began to sing-- something something something- King! :-)