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I was shaking with laughter
Scared the bratty children
Did I destroy the ambiance
I'm sure for that hoity toity patron
It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
We was hidden in the potted plants
I know and we was no obnoxious
But I could see, there in the sun room
The growing storm of disapproval
It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
I ain't supposed to laugh
Can't let your kids see that
I ain't supposed to wonder
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
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- Track 9 on The Salesman and Bernadette
- 8 Arthur Murray
- 10 Woodrow Wilson
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- Track 9 on The Salesman & Bernadette
- 8 Arthur Murray
- 10 Woodrow Wilson
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