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A man is like a rusty wheel on a rusty cart,
He sings his song as he rattles along and then he falls apart.
-- Richard Thompson
It's so confusing choosing sides in the heat of the moment,
just to see if it's real,
Oooh, it's so erotic having you tell me how it should feel,
But I'm avoiding all the hard cold facts that I got to face,
So ask me just one question when this magic night is through,
Could it have been just anyone or did it have to
📕 -- 🔋 -- 🎁 -- 🍆 -- 🐠 -- 👔 -- 💃 -- 👽 -- 💛 -- 🌽 -- 🎈 -- 🥗 -- 💙 -- 🎄 -- 🌋