He's got his plastic sneakers

She's got her robuck purse

He's got his butane flicker

She's got it worse



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They're crazy about each other

Like a misplaced fix

They're mad about each other

They blame it all on the lust for kicks



He's got his own dumb waiter

She's reading one fell swoop

He gets around to it later

She fills the scoop



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He's just a hit parader

She's just a cycle ride

He likes to masquerade her

And she tells him lies



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