Pere Ubu
The Waltz
The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg.Not a shade of a cloud, not a breath of a breeze, disturbed her dress or hair.Round at her feet, burst by the dust, a ghost rain dropped like tears.We waltzed cross Texas.We waltzed by the sea.We waltzed through the tears.And it seemed like a good idea.It seemed like a good idea.How it seemed like a good idea!The bride swayed barefoot there by the sidewalk while the day stood still.Not a shade of a cloud, not a breath of a breeze, played on her face as she said,We can't go on like nothing is wrong - don't be that cruel to me.We waltzed cross Texas.We waltzed by the sea.We waltzed through the tears.And it seemed like a good idea.It seemed like a good idea.How It seemed like a good idea!And it seemed like a good idea.It seemed like a good idea.Well, it seemed like a good idea.The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg.
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