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ethylene |
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I'm
sitting on the toilet |
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With
my sunglasses on |
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Wondering
what you are up to |
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This
hotel's got bathroom telephones |
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But
I don't want to interrupt you |
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You
might be painting your nails |
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With
your hot curlers on |
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Each
one a different color |
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Or
listening to that Beach Boys sailing song |
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Sloop
John B or another |
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CHORUS: |
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Ethylene,
my Ethylene |
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My
love for you is just obscene |
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My
deer you dress |
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My
fish you clean |
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But
you are nowhere to be seen |
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My
Ethylene |
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Well
you could bag your limit |
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With
a bow and arrow |
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Yeah
you could skin a cougar in the dark |
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Well
I thought we were walking |
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Down
the straight and narrow |
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How'd
we ever drift so far apart |
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I
took my eighteen wheels |
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On
this road to nowhere |
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And
you disappeared right up in the hills |
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Like
smoke up a chimney |
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Girl,
I go there |
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Yeah
in my dreams I visit you still |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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Now
some men will drive |
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To
the edges of nothing |
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So
they can take a peak at the great abyss |
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Some
men avoid love |
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Like
it was a plague or something |
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So
they can leave the seat down |
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When
they piss |
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I
miss that crocheted thing |
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You
kept on the Kleenex box |
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I
miss my feet |
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On
your cold linoleum floor |
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Sippin
hot coffee |
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After
makin love till daybreak |
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Well
Ethylene a fool would ask for more |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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My
Ethylene, my Ethylene, my Ethylene |
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