A five year old child is playing beads with a thinker, beads with a thinker if you please.
A five year old child is playing beads with a thinker, beads with a thinker if you please.
A five year old child is playing beads with a thinker, beads with a thinker if you please.
The minister of data feels like getting high
Looks down on you people through the holes in both his eyes - outside.
A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger, looking for a manger on her knees
A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger - somewhere women can be.
If you mean to say you don't know why
You hurt someone a mother cries
I'm shot to pieces, nerve ends dangling
Then I'll come on like the Boston strangler
I'm not alone in this place
Never get past the tears on her face
Everybody trying to help me like they're trying to win a race.
She said she loved me, that was delightful
But she never really saw me so come and get your eyeful
Look into my mirror, everyone's a mirror
Does it make you warm or does it make you shiver
Come back flow - here and now - it's where we grow.
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