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Robert's room

You, everybody's stoned about you (you)
Yeah everybody's thrown about you
Yeah everybody's thrown about you
Everybody's stoned about you
Frog-eyes died he said
"Betty, your the girl that I loved best!"
The sailor pulled a razor
Robert blasted it to bits
"And Betty, I know you're under
Frog-eyes died he said
"Betty, your the girl that I loved best!"
The sailor pulled a razor
Robert blasted it to bits
"And Betty, I know you're under
got everything all them others do not
Darling I don't need nothing you ain't got

Now Lord knows you ain't a saint
Robert Redford you ain't
But you
I've left you no answers, just hundreds of questions
This is my second to last will and testament
Before I, James Robert Injustice
Being of unsound body
I, James Robert Injustice
Being of unsound body and mind
Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods
To anyone who wants 'em.

The debts that I got
And the peaches and the mangos
You could sell for me

What do you think my brain is made for
Is it just a container for the mind
This great grey
Try my best to make it better satisfy you bring you pleasure in your life. 
Other guys would die to do whatever acting smart not being clever no not I.
Though she? With forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure.
I thought I knew you too well,
Now I find the man is a mystery,
And the promises you made
the younger days

But when you look at me that way
All of the years just fall and fade
It could be yesterday

Doesn't it feel like ten years ago
Being together
The hoods are up on Pine Street,
Rear ends lifted too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
Are making love with a little help from STP
mind? Am I being so unkind?
Do you find it very lonely, or have you found someone to laugh with?
Oh, and by the way, are you laughing now?
'Cause I'm
And though there's finally the pleasure of being always on their own 
While others waltz a perfect heart 
And a home 

It's because you are
Like a filter
Lyrics by Jerry Adler, music by Robert Allen
Popularized by Doris Day, summer 1958, Columbia Records.



Everybody loves a lover;
I'm a lover:
to grow up soon
Face my consequences
Being told it was high time
High time to come to my senses

Climbing up to the top floor
Stood the look
know your body been mine?
I know you know I know

Sexy, nasty, have no guideline
One day, four times
You don't mind that I don't care (pleasure
shaker full, just a few grains of salt.
You may get by lookin' good and being funny,
But life's a little less restrained. 
Chorus
With a little
baby, what will we do when it comes back to me and you
We'll look a little less like little boys every day
Oh, the pleasure of watchin' the children
No more invisible speechless, deaf and blind child
With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial
Floating through time, gravitating towards
Music by: Daniel Trejo Jr. and Robert Garza
- -
These are my last words
I'm not sorry for all the hate inside

Become this oath
Stand up to the words
When first I came to Ireland some pleasure for to find
It's there I spied a damsel fair, 'twas pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks and sparklin'
hand,
It's a pleasure to be true.
In my crystal halls a feather falls
Being beautiful just for you
But that might not be quite true, that's up to you
Try my best to make it better satisfy you bring you pleasure in your life. 
Other guys would die to do whatever acting smart not being clever no not I.
forever
We gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever

I remember being blind to it
'Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine
fingernails.
Doctor! Doctor!
What pleasure do you crave when sex lacks passion?
When the hospital lights are dimmed low?
This knife cut fashion lacks