Prima Donna
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dodged a call from
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the Investor
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Were you struck dumb?
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Were you, Prima Donna?
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Now struck dumb
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the next call she-
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uh, picked up
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Aha, you¡¯re not so lucky?
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Are you, Prima Donna?
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The Investor came through
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loud and clear
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She was dumb, not deaf
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Foul speech hit her ear
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The poor, Prima Donna
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She¡¯s met this man before
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and seen how he eats
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He made no sense
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His voice throbbed endlessly
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to our Prima Donna
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She phonetically
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built a sentence:
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¡°Will this affect my record?¡±
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¡°It might.¡± the Investor menaced
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The Investor menaced
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Tell me, what good
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could possibly come?
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He gives her the stage
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she deserves to perform on
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And isn¡¯t it this stinking world
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that likes to see beauty suffer?
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Well, isn¡¯t it??
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Either way, too bad for her
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And she went out that night
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and blew the lid off the joint
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Like an investment
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that never disappoints
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The Prima Donna
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Prima Donna
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| Cass McCombs |
