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Mona Lisa And The Last Supper - The Mother Hips
When a person has too much she
Can forget what she really needs
When you pull the spike from the
Flesh it is then that the wound will bleed
The drawer that I was keeping your letters in
It is filling up with hate
And then I found you arousing my counterpart
It's a most unusual state
When a man needs a mate
Be my Mona Lisa baby whose smile doesn't
Bother me at all
Be my Mona Lisa baby and hang on my wall
Till I get home
So I offered up my bedroomness like unreliable advice
This you accepted reluctantly this you accepted twice
And remember those platform shoes that you
Made so you could look me in the eye
By the time you climbed up into them it was
All you could do not to cry
And still say good-bye
Be my The Last Supper baby note
That just one man faces the other
Be my The Last Supper baby raising a
Toast to the host who has suffered the most
Raising a toast to the host who has suffered the most
Raising a toast to the host who has suffered the most
