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Baby-kisser
I had my doubts on the government Too many people lost in parliamentary procedure Whatever became of the old presidents, They said they had to go, so a afraid they had to leave her Wear your bulletproof mask, or you'll end up dead I will be your answer, I will be your figurehead Come and check on me at noon in someone else's bed Find the man assassinated, see what color he bled Are you going to miss her You're such a little made up baby-kisser Oh, watch it mister, Your days are numbered as a baby kisser I have my doubts on your expectations Too many people use them like a cat toy A child in a playpen, or even a nation It's no shock that king tut was a boy I put my faith into reconciliation It has yet to steer me wrong in m lifetime And while the soldiers march in their sober syncopation The general populace will just lay down and unwind. © André Villoch, Gum Wrapper Songs 2006
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