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With a
Heavy heart and tiny feet he
Stumbled through the moonlit street
Until he reached the open door of
Drunken men and open whores
Until I see the roaming hoard I'll
Hide myself and view the world with
Such contempt, the green surrounds
And goes behind your dressing gown
Until I see that open door I'll
Mind myself just to be sure
That no one else can hear a thing
Not even dogs ears to the floor

I don't think he likes it
When the joke, is on you
And I don't think he takes too well to
Joke explaining fools

So he stumbles on towards a girl who
Smells as if she's seen the world
Until he finds to his surprise
She's a he, the girl's a guise
And until I see the tide is right
I'll sit alone on through the night
And think about the many things
I'd do if it were not for him

I don't think he likes it
When the joke, is on you
And I don't think he takes too well to
Joke explaining fools

Until that night he'd never known that
Men in drag wear sweet cologne and
Dressing in your mother's clothes
Is fine, just if she never knows
And 'til I see the groan is calm
I'll stick around, now what's the harm?
The treasure that I'd kill to find is
Waiting on the other side


I don't think he likes it
When the joke, is on you
And I don't think he takes too well to
Joke explaining fools

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