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Oh, my darling, there is something we must discussHow with cell phone in hand you ran my Volvo through the special bus(And I am more a Volvo than any other kind of carReliable and safe and Scandinavian and square)You bent in all the corners and you put out all the lightsSo I wanna know, baby, how you propose to make things rightOooh my darling, when you bounced that checkWhy didn't you think the gorram fees would set you so far backOh my darling sugar pie, why did you stay up all that nightAnd put off your packing and eat too much and miss your flightYou knew you'd be miserable after that white lieSo why did you why did you why did you why did you why?(Shame on you babe, shame on you babeAlways do know what you'll do, babeYou know what you should and shouldn't'a....)Maybe when you're older, baby, maybe when you're soberThen you'll stop picking zits and picking nits and picking fights!I know I'm far from perfect and I know I'm hardly goodBut we'd get so much further if you would do what you what you should do -If seeing were caring what a different line we'd takeIf knowing were doing what a different world we'd makeWhat we want and what we need we very very seldom doLetras de cancionesI want a smaller waist. I want donuts too.And we visit on each other, oh, the slings of self-defeatAnd we cannot dodge the arrows of undisciplined retreatI'd be better if my love were not so timid and controlledI'd sleep closer if I were not both so bony and so cold... From Letras Mania