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Fosca
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Storytelling Johnny
Lyricist:Lyle Lovett
Storytelling Johnny, sit me on your knee Recite me some memory, no one else need see Glowing with gossip of some gamine from Glossop
Boyish girl with a rucksack, girlish boy with a bad back You're high on Wittgenstein, you are kind with red wine Whispering after a time, 'I alone, am mine'
Storytelling Johnny, crying like Niobe Moaning, 'If only others were as tidy as me I once attempted love but it was, oh so messy'
'Not like in the movies, where at least it's much shorter It's best to dye your hair, it's best to change your name Rather than pin the blame on some helpless mother'
I long for today to be just like it was at school Where I was nearly loved just for sharing my answers But the happy adult look wasn't in any Osborne book
And a gold star in algebra, won't get you far Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (Except the bar) And in a hopeful maisonette, the girl pushed a boy away and said 'These hips are not child bearing, they're child spurning And child sparing and child scaring'
I was getting so afraid, I nearly had a t-shirt made Saying, 'Lose friends in days, ask me how' She is now smoking menthols Because she heard they make you sterile
She says, 'I'm helping evolution while remaining very stylish And, oh, it's also very handy for removing a young family From a crowded cafe, I just light up and swear loudly Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry'
Storytelling Johnny, throw your words around me You never fail to regale with a new tale You're still high on Wittgenstein, you're still ready with red wine You are free from anyone's designs, saying, 'I alone am mine' You're resigned to 'I alone am mine'
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