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| Bobs My, I'm Large Please Let Me Be Your Third World Country I was sensitive before it was in style But that was never enough Ever new philosophy that you'd adopt Seemed to make sense to me too When we tripped together I thought we were in love When I saw colors, you saw pigs Then you took me to the sit-in at the Pentagon How you opened up my eyes You got into knowing yourself I got into knowing myself Everything I did was Everything you did I always was one step behind In my personal growth When we pulled the last troops out of Vietnam I thought you'd have more time for screwing How could I have been so blind to women's rights and such There's always so much to be doing It was so hard for me to give up wearing fur But in my heart I feel much better The whales are safe for now, but Nicaragua burns I just can't share your concern any more Just give some attention to me The world is O.K., let it be Just give some attention to me Please let me be your third world country And I'll be: Politically Correct Donate all your co-op dividends to me Politically Correct Hold a benefit for me, a benefit for me Politically Correct You and Jackson Browne can write a song for me Politically Correct Honk if you love me Politically Correct I'll build a wheelchair ramp to your heart Politically Correct I'm an endangered species, so save me Politically Correct I have 70,000 signatures demanding you go home with me tonight Politically Correct Taste me, taste me, I'm organic! Politically Correct Take off your hats, this is the climax |
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