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I mean I must have said Please Lord, send me a hard-luck childhood Please Bub, spare me a hot romance Please lady, gift me with genius, not pleasure Please Mrs. Henry, start me off without a chance I must have said Please sir, let me lay in the sewer that claimed me And let me wallow there even as I lose my sea Please Mr. Hula-Hoop, keep on ballistic You must be a man that got to be so sadistic Please Lord, I just love being me For every mom and pop and college green The harvest moon, a lynchin' tree 'Cause an Americana misery Makes what a mess of me That underwater conversation Hasn't got a clue She should know .. From Letras Mania