hey i was walking my bag
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through a 20 storey non stop snow storm
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pirrelli calender girls wrestling in body lotion
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my head's swimming with poetry and prose
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excuse me one moment whilst i powder my nose
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me and my good thing are just about as close as can be
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we gave up sleep at the age of 17
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my world's getting bigger as my eyesight gets worse
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i can't see the lines on my idiot board
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what about love?
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i don't let that stuff in my house
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this is the glamorous life there's no time for fooling around
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lord have mercy i know what I'm doing
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i don't need an alibi i need a fire escape and an open window
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it's my problem it's nothing i can't deal with
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I'm not chasing anything just jogging baby
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what's your bag?
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hundred million dollar jam
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got some traffic yessir in my nose
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motorcycle speed cops burning up my dust roads
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my baby left me heck ain`t that a shame
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she's over in the corner with my new best friend
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I'm doing fine with my whisky and wine
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and meet me in the john john meet me in the john john
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lord have mercy
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...what's your bag?
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spin spin whisky and gin i suffer for my art
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bartender i got wild mushrooms growing in my yard
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fix me a quart of petrol clams on the half shell
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feels like prohibition baby give me the hard sell
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more give me more give me more more more
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I'm your yes man yes maam I'm your yes man
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lord have mercy...
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My Bag
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Lloyd Cole |