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“Funny Little Frog”
Belle & Sebastian |
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Honey, loving you is the greatest thing: |
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I get to be myself and I get to sing. |
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I get to play at being irresponsible, |
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I come home late and I love your soul. |
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I never forget you in my prayers, |
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I never have a bad thing to report. |
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You’re my picture on the wall, |
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You’re my vision in the hall. |
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You’re the one I’m talking to |
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When I get in from my work. |
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You are my girl, and you don’t even know it. |
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I am living out the life of a poet. |
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I am the jester in the ancient court, |
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And you’re the funny little frog in my throat. |
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My eyesight’s fading, my hearing’s dim, |
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I can’t get insured for the state I’m in. |
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I’m a danger to myself: I’ve been starting fights |
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At the party at the club on a Saturday night. |
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But I don’t get disapproving from my girl, |
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She gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls. |
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You’re my picture on the wall, |
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You’re my vision in the hall. |
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You’re the one I’m talking to |
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When I get in from my work. |
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You are my girl, and you don’t even know it. |
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I am living out the life of a poet. |
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I am the jester in the ancient court, |
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And you’re the funny little frog in my throat. |
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I had a conversation with you at night: |
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It’s a little one-sided, but that’s all right. |
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I tell you in the kitchen about my day. |
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You sit on the bed in the dark, changing places |
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With the ghost that was there before you came. |
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You’ve come to save my life again. |
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I don’t dare to touch your hand, |
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I don’t dare to think of you |
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In a physical way, |
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And I don’t know how you smell. |
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You are the cover of my magazine, |
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You’re my fashion tip, a living museum. |
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I’d pay to visit you on rainy Sundays… |
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I’ll maybe tell you all about it some day. |
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