She set your goldfish free
And now she's sighing
Blew out your pilot light
And made a wish
She doesn't have to have
her db's records back now
But there's not a lot of things She wants to see you again
See you twisting in the wind
That she'll take back She wants to see you again
So turn off your smoke machine
She's not your satellite
She doesn't miss you
She doesn't have to have
And Marshall stack
But there's not a lot of things
Her Young Fresh Fellows tape back That she'll take back.
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