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| Brian Eno Here Come The Warm Jets The Paw Paw Negro Blowtorch My, my, my, we're treating each other just like strangers I can ignore the significance of these changes But you can't treat it lightly, and you'll have to face the consequences All my worst fears are grounded You have to make the choice between the paw paw negro blowtorch and me (no, no, no). By this time i got to looking for a kind of substitute I can't tell you who i found, except that it rhymes with dissolute But my baby's so lazy, she is almost unable, and it's driving me crazy And her loving's just a fable that we try, with passion, to recall Send for an ambulance or an accident investigator He's breathing like a furnace So i'll see you later, alligator He'll set the sheets on fire Mmm, quite a burning lover Now he'll barbeque your kitten He is just another learner lover You have to make the choice between the paw paw negro blowtorch and me. |
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