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Pineapple Head
by Crowded House



Detective is flat, no longer is always flat out
Got the number of the getaway car
Didn't get very far
As lucid as hell and these images
Moving so fast like a fever
So close to the bone
I don't feel too well

And if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark to inflame you

Sleeping alone, for pleasure
The pineapple head, it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
Don't remember, if she was my friend
It was a long time ago

And if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark to inflame you

Sleeping alone, for pleasure
The pineapple head, it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
Don't remember, if she was my friend
It was a long time ago

And if you choose to take that path
Would you come to make me pay
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark to inflame you, I'll clutch at your heart and come flying like a spark to inflame you
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