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Lost Generation

de John Hiatt

Little lover sittin' in the corner with a former member of the jets
He would write a letter to the editor about the little holes in her dress
She said: Oh, I'm so bored
He said: Oh, tell me more

She popped him on the dick until he got a little bigger then she just blew up
She grabbed him by the liver, put his hands on her hips, said push my luck
He said: Oh, I'm so scared
She said: Oh, I don't care

Just then the negros were dancing
Just then backup singers backed up
Just then the beat was entrancin'
Just then the negros were dancin'

A former member lit a cigarette said I bet you never get too much
Little lover hit him on the shoulder, said: You caught him, that's the thing I touch
He said: Oh, I confess
She said: Oh, I'm not impressed

They gathered up all the fingerprints and put splints on all the broken bones
A former member lover to discover seven more overtones
He said: Oh, my dear
She said: Oh, touch me here

Just then the negros were dancing
Just then backup singers backed up
Just then the beat was entrancin'
Just then the negros were dancin'

Just then the negros were dancing
Just then backup singers backed up
Just then the beat was entrancin'
Just then the negros were dancin'

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