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What a lovely time we had at your party Fred he ate the Barbie head out of the toilet Tyche wasn't even there but she danced and danced without a care The telephone kept ringing but no one was there Larry Larry he got so scary Smoked a hundred packs of cigarettes Then he plopped his face in the frosted cake I own the record but I seldom play it And the voice is always talking to the back of my mind I can't believe it oh no The ground is shaking and I'm on the telephone Didn't you feel it didn't you need it late night radio Lipstick on a can of beer in the bathroom cupboard With a white and chalky substance in a bowl by the fire Irene she kissed me she kissed me on the cheek Irene she kissed me she kissed me like she kissed her brother I got into my car I'm all crammed into the back got a suitcase on my lap a million needles in my side The speakers on the left of me don't even work Infatuated plastic statues tell me that I ain't no good From Letras Mania