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| "Matching Mole" (1972) |
| David's on piano, and I may play on a drum If you call this sentimental crap you'll make me mad You must think it doubtful that I mean the words I sing |
| And later we had coffee and the cream spilled on the sheets And I get up in the morning, saw your face upon the pillow And I plucked your naked eyelid and the makeup off your mouth So wherever peeled off sheets and blankets (Note: the version by Matching Mole is instrumental) |
| This is the first verse This is the second verse |