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Libertine the name that falls from her lips and splashes on my shoes like
sad beads of rain, penetrating the soil and making ready the harvest of our
love.

And me?
I got a bug to squash

This tale's been told a thousand times, so I thought that I shoulda known
better
Than to supplicate a girl, on pedestal shoes
No pants and a real tight sweater
I'm laughin' too!
But it's from my embarrassment that I tremble
When she saw that I was just a hopeless imitation of the man that I most
resemble

And the chords ring so familiar, to a man who's heard it all before
And the melody will forever linger, like perfume in a hardware store

It ain't that I seek loneliness

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