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They Might Be Giants A Users Guide To

you find his subtle ways invite you Does he excite you? If his contradictions should attract you Should he distract you Heaven help you then You're finished, it's the end There'll be

The guitar? Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion's on the phone Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion's on the phone Hush my darling, be

a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul I have a secret to tell From my electrical well It's a simple

mad when they outlawed bell bottoms Ten years later they were sharing the same cell I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67" Till they stepped on my hair, and they

ever gets what they want and that is beautiful Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying, Deputy dog dog a

of me now You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big Life is a test, and I confess I like this mess I've made so far Grade on a curve and

like a hypocrite talking to you And your racist friend It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended If anything was broken I'm sure it could be

across your forehead To swing concordant angles as you incline your head And although I like you anyway, check out your haircut A proscenium to stage a

a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need