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Smile! You're In A Box!
Am I a joke to you?
I want to see you smile,
And moan for me.
Lisa Simpson on a sax.
Paid for and taken out back.
At the club tonight.
Haven't been in a while.
Stay with me,
So I can make you smile!
Stop the jokes and moan a little more.
Sex brings the facts,
The whore does the chores.
There's no free country,
Music is just a style.
The rhythm is you.
The riddle is the box.
"A prison for you and me."
Jack and Jill on the sax.
Let me hear you sing!
I'm a creep seeking through the cracks;
The Peeping Tom song theme.
Ill be waiting for a while,
Just to see you smile! :)
I want to see you smile,
And moan for me.
Lisa Simpson on a sax.
Paid for and taken out back.
At the club tonight.
Haven't been in a while.
Stay with me,
So I can make you smile!
Stop the jokes and moan a little more.
Sex brings the facts,
The whore does the chores.
There's no free country,
Music is just a style.
The rhythm is you.
The riddle is the box.
"A prison for you and me."
Jack and Jill on the sax.
Let me hear you sing!
I'm a creep seeking through the cracks;
The Peeping Tom song theme.
Ill be waiting for a while,
Just to see you smile! :)
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