Somekinds of love
Marguerita told Tom
Between thought and expression
Lies a lifetime
Situations arise
Because of the weather
And no kinds of love
Are better than others
Some kinds of love
That Marguerita told Tom
Like a dirty French Novel
The absured courts the vulgar
And maybe some kinds of love
The possibilites are endless
And for me to miss one
Would seem to be groundless
Well I heard what you said
Marguerita heard Tom
And of course you're a bore
But at that you're not charmless
Whose a bore is a straight line
That finds a wealth in division
And some kinds of love
Are mistaken for vision
Put jelly on your shoulder
Hey babe, lie down upon the carpet
Lets do what you fear most
But which still makes your eyes moist
Oh, put jelly on your shoulder
Lie down upon the carpet
Between thought and expression
Let us now kiss the culprit
Oh, I don't know
Just what it's all about
But put on your
Red pajamas baby and find out

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