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I want a perfect body
I want a million bucks
I want someone to want me
When I'm down on my luck

So I sit in the pews
Pray, “God, what do I do with my hands in pictures,
How do I use the US Postal System, make me in your image.”

So, with one hand in his pocket
And one hand in a fist
Like a genie in a bottle
He grants my every wish
And I walk around real proud
Just knowing that I'm blessed and highly favored
But my sweet neighbor,
She never knew the Bible and I'll never save her

It's such a lovely day
With everything in its place

They knew, but didn't tell us
Continued selling stocks
And the pill they try to sell us
Is hard to swallow
But I pick out my clothes
Just wishing that someone would do it for me
So my mom would adore me
I'd look like a preacher or a lawyer and no one would ignore me

It's such a lovely day
With everything in its place

All the birds and the bees and the big jet planes
All the runners in this old human race
All the flowers you picked in a big glass vase
All the parts of you ya tucked away

It's such a lovely day
With everything in its place

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