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| Title: Luck of the Draw
Artist: Pansy Division
Once slept with a black-haired lad
Went up his apartment
Pretty quickly, things turned bad
Passion wasnīt his department
Too busy shoving poppers up his nose
to notice me
Took a chance with another
Frolicking in bed
But he couldnīt get exited
Unless i help a pillow tightly over his head
Just your average boy next door
Well they say some day prince will come
Not holding my breath anymore
You gotta kiss some frogs
Youīve heard that one before
Now iīve kissed a lot of frogs
Am i better off than i was before
Sitting here alone chapped lips
Iīve never been a slut
Though iīve slept with more than a few
Maybe thatīs something that
I could aspire to
Thereīs a lotta people in this town
Who never seem to come to grips with
How they feel from the waist down
Well iīve been reading the personals
There seems to be two kinds
Helpless romantics, or guys with
absolutely nothing on their minds
But the endless bump and grind
Living in a fishbowl
Here at the edge of the world
you canīt go west forever
Or youīll hit ocean bottom
Looking up from the Golden Gate
I canīt see east of the Berkeley Hills
But some people wanna live in North Dakota
Maybe you can go far in Fargo
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