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Oh yeah you're pretty good looking for a girl
but your back is so broken
and this feeling's still gonna linger on
until the year 2525 now
yeah you're pretty good looking for a girl
your eyes are wide open
and your thoughts have been stolen by the boys
who took you out and bought you everything you
want now
yeah you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
you're pretty good looking
yes you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
for a girl
lots of people in this world
but I want to be your boy
to me that thought is sounding so absurd
and I don't wanna be your toy
cause you're pretty good looking for a girl
my future's wide open
but this feeling's still gonna linger on
until I know everything I need to know now
yeah you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
you're pretty good looking
yes you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
for a girl
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Hello operator
can you give me number nine?
can i see you later?
will you give me back my dime?
turn the oscillator
twist it with a dollar bill
mail man bring the paper
leave it on my window sill
find a canary
a bird to bring my message home
carry my obituary
my coffin doesn't have a phone
how you gonna get the money?
send papers to an empty home?
how you gonna get the money?
nobody to answer the phone
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I got a little bird
i'm gonna take her home
put her in a cage
and disconnect the phone
if you give me a look
i'm gonna get the book
i'm gonna preach the word
i wanna preach to birds
as i walk the floor
yeah this i know
when i get you home
this is how it goes
i got nothing to lose
i'll never let you go
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hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they don't really care for you
come and tell me what you're thinking
cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and i will come and rescue you
lots of girls walk around in tears
but that's not for you
you've been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to
come and sit with me and talk awhile
let me see your pretty little smile
put your troubles in a little pile
and i will sort them out for you
i'll fall in love with you
i think i'll marry you
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I've thought about it for a while
and I've thought about the many miles
but I think its time that I've gone away
the feelings that you have for me
have gone away its plain to see
and it looks to me that your pulling away
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away
I've found it hard to say to you
that this is what I have to do
but there is no way that I'm gonna stay
there are so many things you need to know
and I wanna tell you before I go
but its hard to think of just what to say
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away
I'm sorry to leave you all alone
you're sitting silent by the phone
but wed always known there would come a day
the bus is warm and softly lit
and a hundred people ride in it
I guess I'm just another running away
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
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I got a letter this morning
how do you reckon it read?
hurry the gal you love is dead
I got a letter this morning
I'm wondering
how you reckon it read
he said, hurry, hurry
on account that gal you love is dead
I grabbed up my suitcase
I took off down the road
Sister, do you know my name?
Well we're back in school again
and I don't really know anyone
I really want to be your friend
cause I don't really know anyone
And the bus is pulling
up to your house
I wish you could be sitting here
next to me
i didn't see you at summer school
but I saw you at the corner store
and I don't want to break the rules
cause I've broken them all before
But every time I see you
I wonder why
I don't break a couple rules
so that you'll notice me
Sister do you know my name?
I've heard it before but I want you to know
I got a funny feeling
that it's gonna work out
cause now I see you sitting here
next to me
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Well we're back in school again
and I don't really know anyone
I really want to be your friend
cause I don't really know anyone
And the bus is pulling
up to your house
I wish you could be sitting here
next to me
i didn't see you at summer school
but I saw you at the corner store
and I don't want to break the rules
cause I've broken them all before
But every time I see you
I wonder why
I don't break a couple rules
so that you'll notice me
Sister do you know my name?
I've heard it before but I want you to know
I got a funny feeling
that it's gonna work out
cause now I see you sitting here
next to me
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My baby's got a heart of stone
can't you people just leave her alone
she never did nothing to hurt you
so just leave her alone
The motion of her tiny hands
and the quiver of her bones below
are the signs of a girl alone
and tell you everything
you need to know
I can't explain it
I feel it often
everytime I see her face
but the way you treat her
fills me with rage and I
want to tear apart the place
You try to tell her what to do
and all she does is stare at you
her stare is louder than your voice
because truth doesn't make a noise
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I just don't feel it in this place
Their thoughts cast me out of here
Their home has run out of space
My mind's already out of here
Won't you come along, dear?
Won't you come along?
Words that are spoke alone
Phrases you will never hear
Empty rooms and a telephone
That I will never use
Never fear
I am all alone, dear
I am all alone
My dogs come sit next to me
A pack of dogs and cigarettes
My only friends speak no words to me
But they look at me and they don't forget
That a boy's best friend
Is his mother or whatever has become his pet
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some bricks now baby
let's build a home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
c'mon
alright
c'mon
i'm getting lazy
throw me a bone
i'm getting lazy
throw me a bone
c'mon
alright
c'mon
aw
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
c'mon
alright
c'mon
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Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
can't even see ya
look like a mouse
Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground
tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
I'm at the door
Why can't you be nicer to me?
somebody's screaming
looking at the ceiling
everything's so funny
i don't have any money
people don't even know me
but they know how to show me
why can't you be nicer to me?
my pride is dying
i think i'm all done lying
nobody's sharing
so i stop caring
all alone and walking
nobody's talking
why can't you be nicer to me?
well the wind is blowing
where am i going
off a bridge and falling
nobody's calling
on the ground and laying
nobody's praying
why can't you be nicer to me?
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Somebody's screaming
looking at the ceilling
everything's so funny
I don't have the money
people don't even know me
but they know how to show me
Why can't you be nicer to me?
My pride is dying
I think I'm all done lying
nobody's sharing
so I stop caring
all alone and walking
nobody's talking
Why can't you be nicer to me?
Well the wind is blowing
where am I going
off a bridge and falling
nobody's calling
on the ground and laying
nobody's praying
Why can't you be nicer to me?
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Lookie here momma let me explain ya this
If ya wanna get crooked I'll even give ya my fist
Ya might read from revelation back to genesis
Ya keep forgettin your southern can belongs to me
So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the mornin'
Your southern can belongs to me
Ya might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth a thousand, half a pound
So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Ya might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand ya can't rule me and be my boss
Take it from the east and hide in the west
But when I get ya momma your can't see no rest
So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin
Your southern can belongs to me
Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When I hit ya momma then ya feel my hand
Give ya punch through that barbed wire fence
When I hit ya baby, ya know I make no sense
So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me
Now look here woman, don't get hot
I'm gettin me a brick outta my backyard
So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm takin about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Well if I catch you momma down in the heart of town
I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down
So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me
You maybe get bed sick, 'cause you're graveyard bound
I'm gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound
So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin
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