Traffic speaks some kind of wishy-washy language,
As if its not sure it wants to go to work,
Maybe it just wants to hang on the bell all day,
Or sniff flowers; and what are you doing?
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If I ever look
At you again, I will drink you like prohibition moonshine,
Like good old fashioned high school truancy;
And you will have to stand there and take it...
No-one can say it as well as you do.
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If I ever look At you again, I will drink you like prohibition moonshine, Like good old fashioned high school truancy; And you will have to stand there and take it... No-one can say it as well as you do.