Misery

She drives a mint green el-dorado
She’s given lectures at the Prado
She moves through air so easily
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She got her Master’s in Derision
She likes the big screen television
This makes for thrilling company
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They speak her name in Katmandu
They know her well in Ghana too
Break out the bowl but she won’t stir
It’s not her fault, it’s not her fault
You’re not like her
Her evening wear is understated
She thinks Foucault is overrated
She says she has big plans for me Leave a light on for misery, misery
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Watching the sunrise from Big Sur
The ocean holds no charms for her
Break out the bowl and she’ll take two
It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault
She’s just like you
She spans the globe like Coronado
Knows all the words to «Desperado»
She says she has big plans for me Leave a light on for misery, misery
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Misery