Lyrics
what a clean surface you have,
quite a bit bigger than mine,
I must admit, white feathers,
much brighter than mine,
ran yourself through the carwash did you?
cleans and burns, waxes and shines,
straight through those bones you protect so well,
not a metaphor be sure,
I fear I have nothing left to write about,
Perhaps I have nothing more to tell,
it's all just a bore anyway,
I'm begging you to turn me off,
I can't pay you, but some encouragement might do some good
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