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He was a plain piece of paper, an ordinary smith |
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The kind that you never trifle with |
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Drawn in wide-eyeliner, a solitary lass |
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Her beauty veiled by tortoiseshell and tinted glass |
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She was a husband collector of impeccable taste |
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She said, "My hands are tied but my glass is chaste" |
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He said, "If I were him, I'd fill that to the brim, so tell me more, |
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'Cause that's the kind of talk that I adore" |
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To lay with you |
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To lie with you |
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To live with you |
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Maybe die with you |
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As first love fades |
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Then two, then three |
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I'm certain to see |
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The Final Mrs. Curtain |
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There's not enough paper, there's not enough ink |
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There's not enough hours in the day, or poisons to drink |
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But there are too many teardrops that are still left to cry |
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And different kinds of kisses to help them dry |
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To lay with you |
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To lie with you |
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To live with you |
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Maybe die with you |
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As first love fades |
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Then two, then three |
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I'm certain to see |
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The Final Mrs. Curtain |
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To lay with you |
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To lie with you |
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To live with you |
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Maybe die with you |
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I'm the one who'll hold you |
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Till we're through |
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The Final Mrs. Curtain |
