Lloyd ColeAndy's Babies

Does it hurt to be polite Or is it just cool to be unkind Must you always hurt the ones you love And then get paid back in time Now, now, now Andy is fine but his taste is not mine Let me tell you I don't mean maybe I'm getting really tired of andy's babies Some say that children should be seen and not heard That's what i'd preferred Let's go downtown for a wine I'm sure you'll be forced to smile When you see andy's babies And the bohemian lifestyle Now, now now Andy's a saint But i'm loosing my patience I really don't mean maybe Don't even wanna talk about andy's babies So andy says his children will inherit the earth Isn't that absurd, in a word Trudy's in the bathroom She's trying to clean up her eyes And donald's gone to mass Yes we are thankful for that It's eight in the morning And still you can't get no sleep On account of this perfect day and All this white light white heat Ah, isn't that sweet
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