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I could argue with a mime I could argue with a mime he is reading me the riot act every line every lawyer in his prime every lawyer in his prime gets nostalgic for the bars naivete to crime ascetics wring their hands this decadent misuse inside my china room you are my coffee spoon my indulgence is a joke and while everybody laughs I'm clipping coupons and saving my breath I was celebrating Lent with a candle in a tent when you came and snatched me up out of retirement now I'm buying finer clothes in department store windows throwing credit cards down never raise my voice From Letras Mania