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You're in your own little world: an expensive birdcage;
Like a plastic baby in a Faberge egg
I saw you today at the Cafe Blase
And thought
unfathomable firmament.

That we should set a course between the two
Clinging only to our orb of blue and red
Like Romanovs to a Faberge egg
Push Sisyphus,
confidential

What's the principal doin' with her?
Who's that guy, is he screwing with her?
What's her perfume? Tigress by Fabergé
It makes me cream my
wearing Fabergé, oh dear
On your way to Covent Garden

It's another hollow line
From a wooden body
And you know you love him
Because you know he loves you
Then next you are wearing faberge (oh dear)
On your way to Covent Garden

It's another hollow line
From a wooden body
And you know you love him
to fill the prescription 
In addition listen close to the mission 

The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume 
With the route to Brut by Faberge 
No doubt, to shout
fabricated in a fabergé egg sack shit
In a nutshell y'all cornballs, that's corn nuts y'all done warmed up
Snatching out on this bad traffic, I'm an asshole
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans clean they'll do another
couilles que j'ai, eh non, c'est des gros œufs de Fabergé
J'suis overbooké, OK zoogataga
J'ai appris une chose chez Ruquier
C'est le mot rutabaga
J'rêve

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