Pigeon Toes

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Made a tourniquet from the tassel of a graduate
Left high and dry at the altar as
Those wedding bells sing "ding da dong"
And we sing another sad song.
We tried a more vivacious melody
But it came out wrong.

How could you come here and say that?
How could you come here at all?

Oh, I’m not a fool
But my pigeon toes are blistered
From pacing every night in the gravel outside your house
Give it a try
Give me some kind of sign
Give it up you pathetic split pea soup drinker
Give up the ghost as a tip to the hostess

Made myself a part of it
A part of it

How could you come here and say that?
How could you come here at all?

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