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by Tom Simpson My Geometry Set I like my ruler because it fits in the kit I like my retractor I often stare at it I'll dissect your vector to any size you see fit Then I'll use my compass to pop your massive zit Pay The Busker You play that Dylan song with the passion of an artist Who once had a life but now is gone I hear you as I have before as I am coming through this subway pass You want some change from me Your case lays open in front of you while your strumming like a fiend So often I have tossed you a coin or two I'm tired of your repertoire and your voice and smell as well Today I have a treat for you I place this hard earned coin in strap and pull back as I aim this shot of sling You get your cash through front and back of that sorry little axe Maybe you will learn a song or two to spruce your little act Please me with your repertoire and please please take a bath Bang The Drum I love Ben Hur He rows like hell and makes it look like fun I love Ben Hur At cruising speed, attacking speed, ramming speed bar none But if I was to have a gig upon a Roman vessel I would be that drummer, he is something special |
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