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Don't ask me what I'm thinking baby I don't know
But I'm sure that it is something good
Don't ask me what I'm thinking baby I don't know
But I probably wouldn't tell you even if I could
To stop and explain just would not do
We'll get to that when we are through
Right now I'm speechless speechless
There is nothing to say baby
I'm speechless speechless
I cannot talk when my tongue is tied
I'm speechless speechless
Feel just like two school kids, naked in the back seat
I feel a little funny when cars go by, but all they see is our feet
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Got no hands and he got no bones
Probably end up in an old man's home without that girl
Stranger than fiction that what it seems
Always says exactly what she means
Yes she does
She's a woman, woman with a reason
She's got reason
Points to the sun and gives you the moon
Always early afternoon
Her book puts the true Mexican kings
They give her rubies, lots of things
Yes they do
She's a woman, woman with a reason
She's got reason
Hangs on to the sky like it was a coat
Head ablaze and hair afloat
She lives in the day and she waits for
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I woke up at seven and my body was vibrating
I was wrapped up in a blanket
I was grey
Damp and sore
The bedroom was an engine and my heartbeat was erratic
(like I think I'm at the racing
Like the night before)
I remember one girl standing
One was sitting on the ground
One was holding me up
The other pulling me down
And I couldn't decide which one was real
Because there wasn't a sound
(Like I was pregnant again...)
Don't move don't blink don't even breathe
she said
Or the photograph will spoilAnd cut you off at the head
So I was sucking
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(Leckenby/Hopwood/Green)
Moonshine, shadows, homemade wine
sleepy time moon dreams, and blue beams and new skemes
glad time, night waves, whirling by
memories of moonshine and our times and slow signs
moonshine man come feed me some of your souveiners
and I'll be gone
Mr. moonshine man
I'm your greatest fan
com on feed me now and whenever you can
mr. moonshine man
mr. moonshine man
moonshine, shadoes, homemade wine
sleepy time moon dreams and blue beams and new skemes
moonshine man come feed me some of your souveiners
and I'll be gone
mr. m
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