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it's a story that ive often heardkid clay gets formedcant find the wordsfor his indecisionhis hearts been missing these dayshe gets anxious and he sits and waitsideas become a things he hateshe says i could do them they'll always be aroundhe says i should really be a nurseand plug i.v.s fill/pill up my purseinstead ill dwell on what others have to sayand he seems to be a fetus mannot nearly bornbut almost deadask him how he does itrererererererrerawill he always be my fetus boy?i dress him in skin corduroysask him how ya do it()and are ya ok? k k k k k k k k kand no more ok k k k k k k k k kLetras de cancionesnow youre ok k k k k k k k he says i should surely be a horsea racing horsethat's my best coursehe got to the corner and stops to order a roundhe goes dancing and he feels so greenin (unintelligible) suits he has his teamand he gawks at people but finds he has so no teethcuz hes really such a fetus mancollecting dreams in garbage cansask him how he does itwill he always be my fetus boyi dress him in skin corduroysask him how he does itrerererererererabut is he ok? k kkkk k k and no more ok k k k k and now youre ok k k k k k kand are ya ok k k k k k (doos and dahs and dees)my song is coming to a closeyou watched it roll right off his noseif i count it downit beats the ???????????? wayput a blanket down and have some tearight where you lay the trees are pinkyou might have some troubles in mindit does relate From Letras Mania