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Amos Tori Boys For Pele

She's a beauty queen My sweet beanbag in the street Take it down out to the laundry scene Don't know why she's in my hand Can't figure what it is but

Tuna, rubber, a little blubber in my igloo, yea And I knew you, pigtails and all, girls when they fall And they said, "Marianne killed herself" And I

{What language? No, Dutch} Not the Red Baron Not Charlie Brown Think I've got the message figured Another pilot down And are there devils with halos

honey, do drop in at the Dew Drop Inn I said, sweet, sweet, sweet Between the boys and the bees Sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet, yes Between the boys

thought you wouldn't have to keep With me hiding Thought I knew myself so well All the dolls I had took my leather off the shelf Your apocalypse was fab For

little dream Made my own pretty hate machine Boys on my left side Boys on my right side Boys in the middle and you're not here Boys in their dresses

are willing to hang around for me, my babe) Round and around this time for keeps Round and around and around I go (Say you are willing to hang around for

be pretty (You can tell me) Like a delicate man (Its over, its over) Copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered (You can tell me its over, for more

: Ahaha... Ahaha... Blood roses, blood roses, back on the street now. Blood roses, blood roses back on the street now. Can't forget the things you never