I ain't no fool, and I don't take what I don't want.
I'll feed you fruit that don't exist,
I'll leave graffiti where you've never been kissed,
I'll do your laundry, massage your soul,
I'll turn you over to the highway patrol.
Seems it would be simple if I could just grow up...
But I'm never as tired as when I'm waking up.*
Such a wonderful person,
But you got problems.**
* N.B.: Murphy does not rhyme up with up, I don't think. Thank the ellipsis for that one.
** It's maybe sacrilege to slight the Eno by leaving out Side B? What can I say, I'm an asshole.
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