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This is a song full of metaphors
All I be needing is tobacco and draw
Better let me into your country though
Then I can show you what you're missing me for

I'm a night kind of animal
Got a receiver what you testing me for
I was scared so I ate 'em all
They tasted good but they make me look old

Oh you teach like a toothache
I'm not here for my sake
How long will this mickey take
And ohhhh There's heavy entertainment
Out here on the pavement
The men about you gotta
Get away

Do oh oh oh...you mind
If I I I I .....touch you
Do oh oh oh...you mind
If I I I I .....touch you

I'll think you're famous
If that's what ya want
But you can pick your own pulpit,
You must fill your own fonts

Bring some wine and some sensodyne
Then you can be my favourite dodo
Anyone fancy Monaco
I'm a placebo they're chasing me fool
Don't be scared you could eat 'em all
They taste good
But they make you look old

and Ohhhhhhh
you sick little cup cake,
You could be a keepsake,
You jukebox to generate
And ohhh I'm heavy entertainment
In need of containment
I'm mad about you
Gotta get away

Do oh oh oh...you mind
If I I I I .....Touch you
Do oh oh oh...you mind
If I I I I .....touch you

Anyone fancy Monaco

Go get a portable
Recliner brain
Must take a photo for sure
Got our our problems and
A real long name
And she gets high on
Rollin' roll-ups

And oh, you teach like a toothache,
I'm not here for my sake,
How long will this mickey take
And oh, there's heavy entertainment,
Out here on the pavement
The men about you gotta
Get away

Do oh oh oh...you mind
If I I I I .....Touch you
Do oh oh oh...you mind
If I I I I .....touch you

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