Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know.
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Well, believe me I've tried but there's no explaining,
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Eyes piled up you look like a painting,
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Saintly and sexy, the soft-spoken wind blows,
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Uncertain curtains cover broken windows,
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In desperate need of a safe haven and inflamed,
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A walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed,
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20 odd years since last time I slow danced,
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Teenage crisis and the end of romance,
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I see myself in the form of a wolf,
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Furry, down on all fours and worried,
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Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones
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Connections I've lose and the collection of jawbones
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Apples or oranges, you decide which,
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I'm writing graffiti on suicide bridge
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I once knew a women who was clever and tough
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Who said too much make up was never enough
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Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire
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She lives underwater with the birds and the fire
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It just so happens I’m selling my psyche
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If you like love you’ll love this, most likely
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You and me are meant to be, that's right i love you, can't you see, whatever partner you do choose, you have the ability to marry,
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6, 7, 8, i'll never hurt you, you know.
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Husbands love their wives,
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yeah, love the woman,
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part of me is here with you,
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one life, where my heart beats for you,
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well, here we are again,
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here's a couple, treacherous
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I'm impatient in relationships in and love
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when will you see quand allez-vous me voir
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Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know.
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Bird girls, sorry I’m too sleepy to make
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The sounds of my dreams always keep me awake
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Don’t wanna scare the birds away so I speak soft
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Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft
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Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing
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But I think these two wooden legs are so sexy
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Cries of sadness, spectacular
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You be Rossi de Palma and I’ll be your Dracula
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Fist is of agony decorate the last room
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Shoes by the door, on the floor is your costume
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Open the trunk with the car key the odd way
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Love songs, call me the marquee, the charday
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Lord of the files, you lost me I wonder how
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Midnight meet me at the entrance for the underground
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So many questions, but I’m afraid to ask
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So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso
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I touch all the flowers and break the chain
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I wish I could fly, but I’d rather take the train
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And it just so happens I’m selling my psyche
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If you like love you’ll love this
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You wouldn’t tell me what it was because
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I don’t think you know
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Gee Whiz
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