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When you left you took all memory of me with
Leaving me with no hope of every being loved
And now like the air Im blowing and blowing
With no hope of ever being seen
Did you hear the one about Mr. Ed
Well he said,
"Im this way because of the things Ive seen
But I would rather count on your love instead
Daily eating my weight in hay."
And I hate to see a good thing just go to waste
Honey its a little weak for my taste
Well Ive been praying a lot lately
Its because I no longer have a TV
Just a flourescent hangover to light the way
Between the things you say and the things I see
I just called you up to see If you wanted to go out
and drink a little wine
And waste some time on a rollercoaster ride
But you say its too dangerous to lead an empty life
And I hate to see all your sweet words just go to waste
But honey theyre a little weak for my taste
Well Im an expert in all things that nature abhors
Your look of disgust when I touched your skin
And I try to figure what the world needs me for
So I replay the scene again and again
And I can see you try and put me in my place
Honey thats a little weak for my taste