philipdavidochs

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Do you have a problem?
Would you like someone to solve them?
Would you like someone to share in your misery?
Now, I don't know the answer, but I know a flamenco dancer
Who will dance for you, if you will dance for me
Her name's Miranda

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She's a Rudolph Valentino fan, and she doesn't claim to understand
She bakes brownies for the boys in the band

Early Sunday morning when the sermon lines are forming
And Saturday night is the memories that it gave
She's busy in the pantry, far away from Elmer Gantry
Who is busy baking souls that he may save
Everybody's soul but Miranda

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The Dice of Death are calling while the truck of time is falling by
The thumb stuck out on The Highway Of The Years
The tollgate at the turnpike is ignored by those who hitchhike
And the Howard Johnson food is made of fear
But not Miranda

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The sun burnt skin is peeling on the doctors who are healing
And the license plates are laughing on the car
The pain is so exciting, and everyone's inviting you
To look upon their operation scars
But not Miranda

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The arguments are clashing, and commercial planes are crashing
And the music of the evening is so sweet
Now, fully in agreement
Oh, their feet have found the cement
And they all believe the signs out on the street
All except Miranda

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In the bar we're gin and scotching while the FBI is watching
They are tape recording every other word
The bartender is bleeding, pardon me, I just was leaving
As another clever voice repeats absurd
But not Miranda

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Miranda

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