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and grab something sweet 
Put on black to go with my red 
Let the passers by stare at us disapprovingly
We will sing songs I Won't Feel Sorry

We don't need

every last inch is sore
The doctor is handsome, he smells of cologne
And his figure's athletically slim
He speaks disapprovingly: What did you do

and grab something sweet to drink
Put on black to go with my red lipstick
Let the passers by stare at us disapprovingly
We will sing songs in the street

Take my hand and grab something sweet to drink
Put on black to go with my red lipstick
Let the passersby stare at us disapprovingly
We will sing

disapprovingly down the hall

And so the speaker of the House of Representatives prepared to leave but due to their old jobs’ roles and responsibilities 
They

I'm not alone
I've made a place here amongst the bars and hospitals
My reflection in the frozen lake stares back at me disapprovingly
As I try to face

the bargain bin

A crash erupts from behind her
She sighs knowingly
A child's cry punctures the air
Shoppers disapprovingly stare
She marches on
Balancing

from the heart. 
Those that don't backbite with their tongue, 
Nor do evil to their neighbor, 
Nor speak disapprovingly against their neighbor. 
In whose

Tournament of Hearts [Live]

The Weakerthans

Live at the Burton Cummings Theatre

2010

never ever

Now the senior Bonspiel winners circa 1963
Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly
From their frame in that old photograph
And I know

Tournament of Hearts

The Weakerthans

Reunion Tour

2007

never ever

Now the senior Bonspiel winners circa 1963
Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly
From their frame in that old photograph
And I know

follow, disapprovingly
Their judgement falls on these deafened ears, I've done it all before

Yes I remember (the choice)
Who I am (doubtful)
And I remember

of self-imposing the judgement while not wanting the sentence is perfectly clear

A blank face with familiar features hangs over inverted and scowls disapprovingly

hack-weight."

Now the senior bonspiel winners,
circa 1963,
are all staring, glaring disapprovingly,
from their frame in that old photograph, at me.
And I know