It´s too hot, babe, pull the covers back Don´t touch me, babe, I don´t remember ever liking that Don´t touch me, babe, roll over O brother, you don´t know what you´ve got
Only time flies O brother, you don´t know what you´ve got Only time flies You´ve gotta do some clockwork Sometimes you hear the broken bell Sound up on the whore´s hill The ladies clamor for the Salvo´s sale Bickering like little girls For second hand women´s things For countless prying man´s hands O working girl, you don´t get ´round enough It´s like your daddy says O working girl, you don´t get ´round enough It´s like your daddy says You gotta do some clockwork. In a berth of the port wharf The song of the penitent sailor upon what stage? A slab in the gut of a Japanese whaler
A material blue and tailored and time is a tailor Both brief and slow Now I can hear the broken bell Now I can hear the clockwork It has me reaching for the hidden rail It has me listening for the song bird But I hear it very minor But I hear it very minor O singer, I don´t believe your song Or your lying lines O singer, I don´t believe your song Or your lying lines You´ve gotta do some clockwork You´ve gotta do some clockwork You´ve gotta do some clockwork The Pneuma, Cecilian, the Metzler Angelus, Virtuos, Apollo Paragon, Minerva, Stella
Clockwork, all clockwork Clockwork, all clockwork Clockwork, all clockwork O but I didn´t sing this song And I don´t know how to stop it from its accidental purpose
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