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Come on baby - I want your milt Come back tomorrow, I won't be getting home till then Come back tomorrow, we'll trip the light fantastic in my bed Don't you know that it's true, my hair was an igloo B

I ripped your picture off the wall, I put it on a leash I ripped your picture off the wall, yes indeed how come you never sent my letters home You left them in the trash, when I sent you my best wishe

Well it's an ugly fashion town And I don't want to get you down But it's an ugly place to live The boys and girls look so serene In their professionally torn jeans But their smiles are insincere Well

Say it's not so I can't even chant in the bath I'm so alone I'm coming home I need the warmth of the hearth The antique phone Here comes the hearth We're almost there baby I'm on the path Missing you