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Get out of my world of words
You little poets crying pain
Just stand on your podium preaching beauty
I've gotta leave you in the rain
Now I've heard many people like you
From the undergrounds of France
Pushing your sickly sweet impressions of romance
My ears have parasites
My ears have parasites
You think I've never heard the lines before
The candy sun and the creaking door
Get your head out of the cotton clouds
Put your precious feet on the floor
Don't give me those power lines
Just hit it right on, you can be precise
Miracles of mystery, with vagueness your device
My ears have parasites (go away)
My ears have parasites (go away)
My ears have parasites (go away)
My ears have parasites (go away)
Now clarify, what did you say
You know you're not making any sense
Are you describing a vision of beauty
Or a chain of events
Oh get to the point you sappy wimps
I haven't got a lot of time
Simplicity is beauty, are there poets less sublime
My ears have parasites (go away)
My ears have parasites (go away)
My ears have parasites (go away)
My ears have parasites (go away)
Song © 1987 - Happy Rhodes
Music, lyrics, voices, instruments and arrangements - Happy Rhodes
See credits for additional info
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