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me last Thursday saying, 
'ain't you boys going to give me some back rent?' 
I told her she'd be lucky if she got some front rent.
Open the door,
me last Thursday saying, 
'ain't you boys going to give me some back rent?' 
I told her she'd be lucky if she got some front rent.
Open the door,
Needles stabbed into the walls
The executioners curtain call
Fighting back he found his life drowning
And there was no way up

Cause Richard hung
needles were stabbed into the walls
the executioner's cutain call
fighting back he found his life drowning
and there was no way up
'cause richard
needles were stabbed into the walls
the executioner's cutain call
fighting back he found his life drowning
and there was no way up
'cause richard
So eh we'll give you call back in a couple of days, 
Yeah so um great stuff we'll talk soon thanks bye."

"Let me just read this."

"Nixon's
Pebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad “At the Beginning”
It feels like sloppy poetry the way her life would end
After sending Mariah Carrey’s “Any Time You
He'd like to know if you and me could help him in some way
A little camouflage and glue to mask the evil that men do
A small diversion caused by two,
stop, huh

You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got, yeah
You lot, what?
Don't stop

So get back to work and sweat some more
The sun will sink
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move why'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
Ring
Ring
It's seven A.M.
Move why'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you

And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
on time to close
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your
influence is foolish, that was my views
I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain’t a star,
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you

And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
on time to close
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your
playing another tune for me
(chorus)
Hey, Hey give it all way and get it back baby
(verse)
Darlin' Dynasty pour yourself belief
And we could crank up
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you

And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you

And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you

And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
doesn't feel lost
He walks into the station

And Richard takes a train to go uptown
You know he's gonna find a place where the money just walks around
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side