Now, Let's Talk About The Time


I Had This Morticiachair


In My Apartment


Right There In Front Of The Living Room


As An Open Invitation To Strangers.


(a Cold Machine Might Show)


Smiling Like A Face


Waiting For A Telephone Call


Of A Beloved Feline


She Is In A State And It's California


She's Been There For Quite A While





I've Got No Presents (x2)





Drop The Phone Take The Plane And Come Back Home Again (x5)


She Knows Where She Rolls When She Goes For The Doorknob (x2)





By The Time Of My Second Car Crash I Got Totally Wired


Like In The Days I Cut Myself Up With A Razor-blade


Oh Nostalgia


Lost Myself In So Many Ways


I Didn't Know What To Think Of Him


Ah, Maybe I Think To Much, I Don't Think So


Fell Madly In Love With A Couple Of Beautiful Ears


It's Only A Variation


Had Long And Boring Conversations About Nothing


Talked So Much I Bored Myself To Death


And The More I Talk, The More I Turn Into A Vegetable





God I'm Such A Fool





She Knows Where She Rolls When She Goes For The Doorknob (x4)


I'll Behave Won't You Shame Me |


I'm Into Deep, Won't You Shame Me |(x2)





Taste Of Orange


Orange


Little Christ


I'm In Her Bath-tub, Consulted


Consulted (x3)





She Knows Where She Rolls When She Goes For The Doorknob (x4)


I'll Behave Won't You Shame Me |


I'm Into Deep, Won't You Shame Me |(x4)





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