Oh, irony sweet & bitter purse of the naked soul
Tina's got a switchblade knife and she's not afraid to use it
Hear her little nails scratching my heart again
And I ache
Don't lean on a hard shoulder she smiles
She hits the table with her clenched fist
Make it loud and convincing, my dear
Make it loud and angry and maybe it will be convincing
Tina's got a switchblade knife
And it's winter again
So dive into your shelters
And all of you jazz-lingering fools better take care
And all of you jazz-lingering idiots better beware
'Cause Tina's got a switchblade knife again
Don't lean on a hard shoulder she says
Don't use a hard shoulder to cry on
Little nails are scratching my heart again
And it's winter again so you better hide in your shelters
And all you jazz lingering clowns.

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