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Well I spin round the room, Stare at somebody else, But I think that sometimes, I embarass myself. [bad word] in and out And guessing just when to laugh, Timing all my entrances, And talking too fast. Yes I trip over something And sleep on the mat, Cracking those rancid jokes, That always fall flat. Feeling like the sun who rose To find it three o' clock, The sun who rose the greener self And found it's too hot. Like a paupers dying daughter, Whose counting what she's got, Like a [bad word] actress Whose finding she's not Well your book sure is good Always said it would be, And thanks for selling All the world, The ins and outs of me. Well you never spared a feeling, Never thought that you would, But when I get to thinking, I still reckon it was good. Like a paupers dying daughter, Whose counting what she's got, Like a [bad word] actress Whose finding she's not Well I spin round the room, Stare at somebody else, But I think that sometimes, I embarass myself. [bad word] in and out And guessing just when to laugh, Timing all my entrances, And talking too fast, woo.