VERSE 1:
it’s the sa a a a a ame…
moving too slow,,,
same old campaign…
only sally should know…
VERSE 2:
some people cla a a a a a a a a aim…
that i dealt them a blow…
so they wait in the rain….
wait for someone to show…
(“help has arrived my dear!”)
(ariel: o…so you say) – duet…
into “special ed’…
VERSE 3:
how arcane…
lost in that same old song…
(well) who gave you the right?
wella what could be wrong?
BRIDGE:
with taking it slow…
letting the mailmen know…
OUTRO:
wait’ll ya see her reaction…
what in the world?
what other world…
is waiting for me?
what’ll it be? (what do we newd?)
(“satisfaction”)
an absence of needs
deleting unneeded requirements
settin you free
how will it feel? (full of fire)
desiring sleep
requiring many reminders to put you at ease
how will you know when it’s over?
you won’t hear a peep
dependent on outside observers to put you to sleep…
(end with synth fadeout)
(with east village rooftop shots)
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