Joni Mitchell is a Frank Gehry feminist
And everyone is singing to themselves
The way, goes both ways
And I want images that are the wardrobe
Not conversations that are a rug,
a rug that is suddenly not there
There may be no magic without sex
No peppers without passwords
and what they have in common
The way the street curves making people's walkings off
The time you drunk drove into wearing a jersey
That's wrong with America
I would push them
Down, down
If at any time it was an option
Don't stop
producin'
Dead, all dead
Sparks go, what is a structure?
Come now, where is the wave?
Click the key
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Lock your job, beginner's luck
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