A nice heart and a white suit and a baby blue sedan,
and I am doing the best that I can.
All the eunichs they were standing in rows singing
"Please stud us out just as fast as you possibly can."
Sad song last dance and no one knows who the band was,
and Henry, you dance like a wooden Indian.
She said this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit,
and I shot the story 'cause I didn't hear it that way.
And it's hard to be a human being,
and it's harder as anything else
and im lonesome when you're around
and im never lonesome when im by myself
and i miss you when you're around
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