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Why, I could populate a small African countryWhat with all these babies down the drainEach day I wake up to find a couple new grey hairsIf I don't get a woman soon I'll go insaneMy life's a series of circles made of longingSometimes it feels as though I'm writing for my lifeAnd you may say I'm just a singer, (???)I'm just a guy whose pining for a wifeBabies down the drainIt's true what they say, life really is painAnd I'm starting to thinkThat I'm in love with the bathroom sinkYou go your way, and I'll go mi-ineI'm in the doorwayTrying to memorize (???) linesBut I always get 'em all wrongNo, I never get 'em rightFeels like the bed is getting bigger and it's lonelySometimes I think it's trying to suck me inAnd I would go into that world of dreams and stay there for goodA place where I could play in sinBabies down the drainIt's true what Buddha say, life really is painAnd I'm starting to thinkThat I'm in love with my bathroom sink From Letras Mania