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Oysterhead
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Polka Dot Rose
He always liked to paint with his sunglasses on Cause acrylics tend to burn on his eyes
And nothing brought him closer to the canvas Then the warmth of Eleanor's thighs
He never had much of a devious nature But was hardly a modern day saint
If you asked the little boy what he'd be when he grew up Said I'd rather be a fireman then paint
Keep on painting
She always liked to dance with no shoes on Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Cause the gravel felt good on her toes
And Mr. Merriweather left his wife and his kids In search of a polka dot rose
They never thought much of his mongrelesque stature Or the scent that could make a buzzard faint
If you asked the little boy what he'd be when he grew up He'd say
Keep on painting
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