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As the bombs blow up the world
I keep my eye on the prize
On my one and only girl
As the bombs blow up the world
I press my tongue against your teeth
As glistening white as snow

The politicians laugh at me, and so do heretics
As I walk down the 5th Street with my goofy hat and kicks
The bouquet in my arm is bigger than a week
Of eight hours a day and pennies that I keep
I might not make my rent, but I really could not care

'Cause it's four months till your birthday

As the bombs blow up the world
The fire cascades in your eyes like a caleidoscope
As the bombs blow up the world
All I choose to do is to sit and laugh with you

What is so wrong with a simple love song?
With simple little words for a simple little girl
And everyone will feel it
I know that everyone will hurt
And some might disagree with me, but it's wonderful at worst
And I am not Spicoli, and I am no John Wayne
I am not an astronaut, but who cares anyway?
I'm not much of a poet, and I'm sure as hell not cool

But it's four months till your birthday

As the bombs blow up the world
As the bombs blow up the world
As the bombs blow up the world
As the bombs blow up the world

Oooooh

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