Lyrics:
with many things
Writing intentions, you see
Such as my typewriter in the corner
Let me show you to the window
So you can see what I see, you know
Dress in black, she's here to stay
Typing letters everyday
Typewriter girl
Ooooo
Typewriter girl
Oooooooooooo
Typewriter girl
Typewriter torment, dreadful disease
Caught it the first day I touched the keys
You wear down your fingers and churn out your pap
It eats up your
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
I think some things I never say
Like, "Who uses typewriters
God only knows
Down all the days
The tap-tap-tapping of the typewriter pays
The gentle rattling of the drays
Down all the days
I have often had
But I saw you walkin
the White House lawn.
Goodbye Dick, goodbye Dick.
Goodbye Rosemary,
goodbye Rosemary.
I saw you take your typewriter
out
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does that
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the Tortured Poets Department
I think some things I never say
Like, "Who uses typewriters
I follow
Easter parade
In the bureau typewriter's quiet
Confetti falls from every window
Throwing hats up in the air
A city perfect in every
down to size again.
Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue,
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man, he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man, he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does
dreams down to size again.
Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue,
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter
Typewriter gives me everything
Typewriter gives me a second chance
Dingy apartment
On the second floor
Leaky roof
Broken windows
With nothing
Rosemary, goodbye Rosemary
I saw you take your typewriter out of the White House door
I don't want to see you type here anymore
Goodbye Rosemary, goodbye
Life is a clue in the crossword.
Typewriter turk, telephone terror takes
Time to wind down, pushbutton finger shakes
City of dreams back to your
I follow
Easter parade
In the bureau typewriter's quiet
Confetti falls from every window
Throwing hats up in the air
A city perfect in every
Typewriter टिप टिप टिप टिप टिप
टिप टिप टिप करता है
ज़िन्दगी की हर कहानी लिखता है
Typewriter टिप टिप टिप टिप टिप
टिप टिप टिप करता है
ज़िन्दगी की हर
gonna end
God only knows
Down all the days
The tap-tap-tapping of the typewriter pays
The gentle rattling of the drays
Down all the days
I have
Farewell typewriter now you've gone away
Overdramatic and underfed
To visions unheard of in any bed
I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside
There's ghosts of this typewriter's past
the words that came before me
It's poetry in motion watching keys dancing
to a story
It's a special kind
The typewriter clacks
The typewriter clacks
The typewriter clacks
The typewriter clacks
Oh, I’m typing my blues, with shadows in sight, pouring my
down down down
And I´ll take you down on the underground
Down in the dark and down in the crypt
Down in the dark where the typewriter fit
Down with
One baby leopard, a pot of jam
A safety pin, an iron
A wet shoe, a camera
One ton of peanuts, a black bra
A silver fork, a typewriter
An electric train
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