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Hand me a trick and a kick and your message:
You'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole.
Then thought that I could decipher your message
There's no one here dear
No one at all
And if I'm wasting all your time this time
Maybe you never learned to take,
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale.
And southern men can grow cold
Can grow pretty
Blood can be pretty
Like a delicate man
Copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered
That lets you in, lets you in, lets you in
And if I'm wasting all your time this time
I think you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
Something's just keeping you numb
You told me last night
You were a sun now
With your very own devoted satellite
Happy for you
And I am sure that I hate you
Two sons too many
Too many able fires
You've been wasting my time this time
Said you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
Hand me a trick and a kick and your message
You'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole