She sends me precious things with violins
Her phonograph records
My thoughts become disturbed they are worse than hers
I'm fuckin' demented
The marquis de Sade could take pleasure
Absurd games in all kinds of weather
It's so obtuse there is no use
Sometimes I think that I should know better
Stick around for the nonexistent second verse
A diatribe verging on the perverse
The one line I'd like to cross
Does not exist
So neither do I
Happy birthday Mr president
All the best are dressed in cement
I know I'm not the one to blame
Sometimes I think that I should know better
She sends me precious things with violence
Her pornograph records
She's fuckin' demented.
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