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Correct Gee Whiz Lyrics
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Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know. Well, believe me I've tried but there's no explaining, Eyes piled up you look like a painting, Saintly and s***, the soft-spoken wind blows, Uncertain curtains cover broken windows, In desperate need of a safe haven and inflamed, A walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed, 20 odd years since last time I slow danced, Teenage crisis and the end of romance, I see myself in the form of a wolf, Furry, down on all fours and worried, Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones Connections I've lose and the collection of jawbones Apples or oranges, you decide which, I'm writing graffiti on suicide bridge I once knew a women who was clever and tough Who said too much make up was never enough Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire She lives underwater with the birds and the fire It just so happens I'm selling my psyche If you like love you'll love this, most likely You and me are meant to be, that's right I love you, can't you see, whatever partner you do choose, you have the ability to marry, 6, 7, 8, I'll never hurt you, you know. Husbands love their wives, Yeah, love the woman, Part of me is here with you, One life, where my heart beats for you, Well, here we are again, Here's a couple, treacherous I'm impatient in relationships in and love When will you see quand allez-vous me voir Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know. Bird girls, sorry I'm too sleepy to make The sounds of my dreams always keep me awake Don't wanna scare the birds away so I speak soft Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing But I think these two wooden legs are so s*** Cries of sadness, spectacular You be Rossi de Palma and I'll be your Dracula Fist is of agony decorate the last room Shoes by the door, on the floor is your costume Open the trunk with the car key the odd way Love songs, call me the marquee, the charday Lord of the files, you lost me I wonder how Midnight meet me at the entrance for the underground So many questions, but I'm afraid to ask So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso I touch all the flowers and break the chain I wish I could fly, but I'd rather take the train And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche If you like love you'll love this You wouldn't tell me what it was because I don't think you know
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