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: Images of accidents run through your eyes Calling conversations till you break Crawling past the cash machines And the Disney skies Feeling like a

: She said that is one thing about art He said that is I all I think about art Glamour creates glamour types, stares at the sea stars art Oh no She

: You never move in trendy circles you don't have a social life you never seek sophisticattion you're under qualified you never heard debussy you never

: You smoke your money, you burn your mind You've done what's left of your social life You sold your life for a big white rock You're sucking on a pipe

: See my dolly she's over there, see her grooving on down Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts Taught my baby the alphabet

: You raised me on whitesnake on prince tapes, on summer sounds And you saved me and gave me Dance songs and hand-me-downs You said that we were just

: She's gonna shock your system She's gonna hit and run Blowing up the nation With a bubble gum I said hey! Hard candy You've only got yourself to sell

: You are the loaded gun sticking in your face Like a stupid child on her roller skates Like a bad sound now that makes you swing Like a real mistake