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cassette. I would come by after work. I worked as a drug store clerk. I would bring him cigarettes, and listen to the black cassette, listen to the black
sang in color
We touched the things that
Are only sometimes touched by lovers
She moves so gracefully
Through silk and satin shadow
We knew
of our pink playground
You’ll love the sputnik spin of our Zolar Go-Round
We can stop on Zic-con Zoo for a soda fizz
And beam you home by 9:00 before your
surely dizzy, probably 'cause the Perky hit me
Fuck the confrontation
Drop his ass first peep, I'm just observating
Pink ten with an Addy, shit, I'm
met the plug in a small town by Mexico
You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
Scorin' like a pink, diamond cup full of amethyst
You
of loneliness
Touch and love and feel and give
All words that I need to live
Ahhhahhhahhh
Some men have tied pink ribbons
On the trees I see - I want to steal
the marching band.
Eleven dancing girls in the pink and blue
And they're smiling
The sun's on the new polished brass.
Half a dozen flutes and the lonely sound
to the garden
Hope lilacs pop through
Heavy fog, mistook for aura
Casting light not pink or blue
Traded most of my vice for
Botanical muses
Scared but not
ammo, uh
Black like the key on the piano
White like the key on the piano
Fascinated by the pyramids
Masquerading as the infamous
Reminisce
Everything anyone could want her to be
If she wore that new pink sweater
She knew he’d look at her if her hair was better
If she laughed and flirted like she
sing this love song
君の気持ちは PINK
それどんな味覚等?
好きなモノ tell me and I
bring it by truckloads
辛くて SWEET バブリシャスFLOW
ドキドキ like 首都高逆走
俺の気持ちは PIMP DADDY
like 「マクド」
no one
No, no one
Oh, no one
Yes, no one
My room is a mess
My hair is black and blue
My new phone is pink
My dress is a fishnet dress
My face
the way the Army play, we can never die
Reborn after death, we can't let it slide
Throw my dirt by my lonesome, I'm the lone gunman
But I got shooters,
the sand
And yet not dulled
A life alarmed
With you
Cynthia, upon the throne
All the cubes and squares go home
Sit by me and do the wrongest thing
The sun is a light bulb
A candle's a treat
The curtains stay closed now
On my little retreat
And I'll only take medicine
If it's followed by
It's so nice to be rich, rich, rich, rich...
You are viewing lyrics of It's So Nice To Be Rich by AGNETHA FALTSKOG from the album UNKNOWN
dance with my shadow on into the bar
Midnight is marked by broken-down choirs
And the red face prophets are claimin' their fame
But I don't remember
casually evolve into the visage of a serpent
Left home and acquired a slow twitch
From working all night by the light of an old fridge
Might be the lone
on his feet
Walking to the back room, trying to look discreet
The guy that he's following is flabby round the middle
Wearing a blue suit, pink tie,
send the girls you take to exquisite restaurants
To Pink Hot Dog, exclusive company just miss the masses
Talk to white girls with flat stomachs, no
The sun is a light bulb
A candle's a treat
The curtains stay closed now
On my little retreat
And I'll only take medicine
If it's followed by
national myths; assorted clichés coined by the state; the ideological shorthand meant to sweep your private doubts [away] of this virtual training course.
let's just take the bus
I hope that it's not crowded so we can sit up front
I can't even see them scrape the sky
Blurring the fashions whizzing by
Sun
cast in the shape of a half eaten apple...
Not until...
The sun is on a stick.
The moon hung on a hook.
Desperate times call for step by step
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