"Mad dork appeal"
is what spins me 'round
sends me moon-bound
and out of town.
The rings you rotate
on your lips
your red-streaked hair,
black fingertips.
The wood you butcher,
could it please be mine?
I'll learn the kazoo,
I'll make the time.
So next time I'm up there
in Cities twin,
please find an hour
and fit me in.
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[Edited on Mar 27, 2004 8:54PM]
as well as my night
constantly traveling
what a god awful plight (
you say that your coming
yet you don't know just when
i got your kazoo, my sexy french friend.
the wood that i butcher
on ye old choppin' block
to you, could not compare
oh no, merely mock.
an hour i doubt would do us much good
kazoo lessons will take
half of that plus 2
but i've certainly saved you
a large chunk of that day
when didier comes to the minne apple to play
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[Edited on Mar 28, 2004 7:55AM]