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i wake from my nap with a vengeance

i am going to spell out your name with a banjo



i'm dangling from caffeine

and thoughts of your magical lips

hey sport give me a kiss



doan doan

don't find me appealing



i want to lose weight in your arms

fall to pieces and unravel your charms



ding dong the wicked facts of life

have come to rest at your hips



i wish i was beautiful and i would trade that beauty

for all the tea pots in china and make you a ceramic menagerie



i wonder why i head into the passing lane

with so much hope and half empty glasses



i can't stand myself

when that happens



i should write another play before it is time

to write another play and i have to avoid it



can i slant your taco



it’s friday, here i am/well after that nap here i am

i am thinking about making a billion teapot cozy’s

feeling warm in your little slice of heaven



knowing you are so much better than that