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this party is a pumpkin think i'll take a walk 3 o'clock in the morning is no time to talk i've slept on your front porch i've worshipped at your feet i've been richard pryor with my hair on fire running down your street it's too late gutterball same as the last frame it's too late for me now conversations sitting here alone we could disagree then be set free without you being home it was all wine and roses adrenalin in blues but I was at the mall with a plastic doll and a golden noose it's too late gutterball same as the last frame it's too late for me now it's too late gotta get it back in the next game it's too late for me now the end of my rope is swingin' finally let it fly i can't throw away the things i know so say goodnight.... From Letras Mania