Words can be a problem when you're on parole 
I don't care much for language I just want her soul 
She left me just when Pushkin turned to shove 
The answer to the question who are you thinking of? 

You've got to give it up 
Give it up 
Hold me baby when you give it up 
Give it up 

Every now and then I start rambling on 
I don't care much for grammar I just need her son 
He left me in the sibilance and pops 
The answer to the question who made your sentence stop

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Sunday, April 15, 2001.