Now we live in domes And her domes the dome that always snows Down on me I guess she got what was coming for me She lets me braid her hair But she never lets me pick out what she wears Whos that guy telling lies Behind the junior high? It turns me on I learned to dance To the Mountain Song out on that grass I think I made Juanita laugh She says, Well wake up tomorrow In the parking lot of Rainbow But every time I see an eagle Its a filthy fucking seagull Grab my clothes and tap my toes I tell myself This aint no place like Rome I know that Romes the place she always goes Down on me And its not just gravity Because I tell her things She thinks that Im the way that James Brown sings The Sex Machine I feel good now that youre gone And outside the club Is where we spill our drinks in memory of All those guys Who didnt make it to the dawn She says, Well wake up all bloody In the parking lot of Friendlys But every time I chase a squirrel It rips apart my world I grab my clothes and blow my nose I sell myself This aint no place to jones Shes proud of her soundproof bedroom It gets so loud, theres like thirty threesomes And hey, Jones Beach, dont you freak when you see me? MCs wheel and they free your party And the boombox rocks and the microphone shocks Keep this talk inside these blocks Rooftop cops and the deadbolt locks Keep those rocks inside these socks If were really gonna wait, baby, can we take a shower? Look just like an otter when I push you underwater
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