Kimya Dawson's stlye and the way she strums is so unique and intimidating that I don't
even want to attempt it. I usually just do my own thing with her songs.
If you have any comments, let me know!
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Orchestrated chamber pots
Soap dish shaped like an alligator
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Tit for tat you nail my twat
Pitter pat to the smell ya later
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For a lack of evidently skater chaser tater tot
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Mail the rebate in then wait
But for how long?
I forgot
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24 or 25 or 26 man I don't know
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Either way an alligator helped me to feel less alone
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Through sophomoric awkwardness
Broken Mirror
Damaged Goods
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The eternal question's "Would I?"
Would I?
Oh fuck yea I would
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Woulda coulda shoulda done it
Almost did but was too scared
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Critically conditioning the tits and ass and hips and hair
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Piece together rooty tooty cuties poo the tiny one
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Inner baggage carry's on external manifestation
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All your friends are drinking beer
All your friends are making out
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All your friends are smoking shit, and fingering, and going down
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T-shirt says "I'm High on Life"
Climb and climb the tallest tree
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Christopher and Sir Topham Hatt help you conduct your symphony
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For sympathetic chocodiles and empathetic Fudgy whales
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Genetically telepathic Reading Rainbow nerf ball for sale
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Change your shoes and pick a lane
Take aim with three in the holes
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Spare the line on the approach
Last chair wins the tidy bowl
Aesop Rock
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The tuning in of Tokyo in lien of Basic Channeling
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Had students of the Bosom study woman through the scrambling
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1980 cable box
A gateway drug for horny lads
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Who later found the joy of sex and hidden stash of porno mags
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Holy god damn fucking shit
Massive hooters everywhere
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Pointing toward celestial defenders of the atmosphere
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So many vagina types
This one is naked lamb
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This one is a violent slice
This one is like raver pants
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Someone that you know is hiding hustlers in the local woods
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Inside there is something that will alter how you know this world
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You may want to fuck some tits
You may want to hide your face
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You will always find some time to fuck your fucking time away
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We had found a mystery VHS tape in a secret drawer
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When our parents left for work we fed it to the VCR
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Specimens of hair and sweat intended for a private eye
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Humping like a pair of dogs
Showcasing a primal drive
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Nothing seemed the same again
Judgement is a petty joke
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Nobody can say a word
They worship the same centerfold
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Aliens of horrid Mars
Seeking life on boring Earth
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Dropping quarters on the floor
Peaking up the shortest skirts
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Repeat to the end.