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I went in like Joan,No voice to guide meAnd carry a pictureIn my teeth.A wedding like Joan's,No voice to guide me.I carry a pictureIn my teeth.Next time I'm feeling betterI'll keep my lips together.I'll wear my leather sweaterAnd never once forget her.Your dilated eyesAnd guarded paradise,you carry a picture of Joan.I know you're upsetBecause you haven't shaved your legs,And you're not a woman,Who might think that was European.Do words stand alone?Will words stand behind you?Will words burn a pictureIn your teeth?Next time I'm feeling betterI'll keep my legs together.I'll wear my leather sweaterLetras de cancionesAnd never once forget her.Next time I'm feeling better,I'll put my hands together.I'll waive my right to pleasureAnd keep my legs together. From Letras Mania