Lyrics:
lying comatose amongst the reeds,And he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration Flood his soul. He ran back to his workshop Where he futzed and futzed
to his workshop where he futzed and futzed and futzed. For Otto Titsling had found his quest: to lift and mold the female breast; to point the small
comatose amongst the reeds, and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration flood his soul. He ran back to his workshop where he futzed and futzed and futzed
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