Hell! sang the young minstrel, hang tightly to your purses! Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses! The song ended and the onlookers did roar Were I sincere, you bet Id hear A knock upon the door Hell! went the Muse, intent, you take me for granted! Youve made me a harlot, if I may be candid! The label dropped her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war Were I sincere, you bet Id hear A knock upon the door The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the Muses weeping He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car, creeping Sex and Death! Was I not the breadth among the two? she poured Were you sincere, I bet youd hear My knock upon your door! He said, Dear Muse, Come here! Need a lift somewhere? Youve got the wrong man, I was only kidding back there I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like such a boor I am sincere I hope to hear Your knock upon my door! The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has video on you. She scorned Evidence, in none defense, should I have you burned, deformed Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores! Heck with sincere, hark, I hear A knock upon the door. The derisive Muse said, your therapy isnt working, is it? Memphis hucksterHitlerhustler! Arent you a Clear yet? Always brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor Klock is here! Hark, I hear A knock upon the door. His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and soft Beads streamed from his hair, soaking his black tshirts cloth Gut feeling was to leave her words on the cuttingroom floor He thought, If I stay here, Ill never hear That knock upon the door Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her abdomen A human voice to her songs, she could not condemn Because of a communion they had had of yore The blessed day is near, soon theyll hear A knock upon the door
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