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I was out stumbling in the rain
Staring at your lips so red
You said, blah, blah, blah,
I got a pillow stuck in my head
How could I argue with a mirror?
She looked at me ¡º
Yes, I hear her.
When I see the glory
I ain`t gotta worry
When I see the glory
I ain`t gotta worry
She said, there’s a halo on that truck,
Won’t you please get it for me?
I said, of course my little swan,
If ever and ever you adore me.
She got mad ¡º
She said, you’re too steep,
Put on her boxing gloves and went to sleep
When I see the glory
I ain`t gotta worry
When I see the glory
I ain`t gotta worry
When I see the glory...
Written by tom verlaine
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