And my intellectual radar picks up possibly more than you would otherwise allow.
As your pulse rate grows, the adrenalin flows and, who knows where it will all end?
Tell me: What'll yours be? Another G and T? Please don't opt out of it now my friend.
My theory is that death is the common denominator, I'm convinced that I'm right.
And I'm gonna get my point through to you, sooner or later: I don't care if it takes all night!
You've got that cuban heel, automatic appeal. Do you straighten your seams in a full length mirror?
Have a word with the quack. You'd do wonders for Quasi's back. You must know that you are the proverbial sinner.!
When the big bell sounds shall we stick around? Remember; it's only Friday once a week.
Or, we could pop in Mario's and I could walk you home. Perhaps we'd fall asleep.
Oh don't utter a word, please, don't be so absurd. Just nod your head or smile.
I've been here before and if I was ever really poor, I know you'd pick me up once in a while.
Capability Red 1975
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