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---THE VENUS IN FURS--- |
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---Tumbling Down--- |
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Gee, but it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures |
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But, me, I regard it a torturous hardship that smoulders |
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Like a peppermint eaten away, |
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Will I fight, will I swagger or sway? |
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Hee hee, m'lady, she cries like a baby, scold us, |
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See her tumbling down, see her tumbling down. |
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Hail to the monkey, we're having a funky reunion |
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Wasted and sunk he can only have sunday communion |
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He's got nicotine stains in his eyes. |
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He's got nothing to protect but his pride. |
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All smothered in kiss or be drowned in blissful confusion. |
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See her tumbling down, see her tumbling down, |
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See her tumbling down, tumbling down. |