I was listening to this conversation Noticing my daydream stimulated me more I was crumbling with anticipation Youd better send me home before I tumble down to the floor
Youre so beautiful but oh so boring Im wondering what am I doing here So beautiful but oh so boring, Im wondering If anyone out there really cares About the curlers in your hair My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?
Somethings glistening in my imagination Motorvatin something close to breaking the law Wait a mo before you take me down to the station Ive never known a one whod make me suicidal before
She was so beautiful but oh so boring Im wondering what was I doing there So beautiful but oh so boring, Im wondering If anyone out there really cares About the colour of your hair My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?
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