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Heard it on the radio, it's no good
Heard it on the radio, it's news to me
When she gets something, it's understood
Baby's got somethin' she's not used to.
Down, down, poppy, yeah...
Down, down, poppy, yeah...
Goin' on the corner, I'm gonna score
Baby wants somethin', she's in the mood to
Baby wants somethin', I want more
When I don't get it, I get blue, blue.
Down, down, and it's really comin', really comin',
Down, down, poppy, yeah...
Goin' on the corner, I'm gonna score
Baby's got somethin', gonna get through, through
When I want somethin' I want more,
Heard it on the radio, there's nothin' I can do do.
I'm in the mood to and I'm a woman and an individual
And I want rockin' real slow I wanna hear it on the radio
I wanna hear it, I wanna score (poppies) I wanna hear
It on the radio baby got it but baby want more
On the radio, heard it on the radio
Baby got it but baby want more
(Babble)
Heard it on the radio won't be no need for layin' in the road
Tonight I'm goin' out, oh yeah baby got it but baby want more
She won't need it any more (babble)
Although she was tense and lean in the sun splintered like a country
Gently pulled his finger
Everything is soakin' and spread with butter
Their flowers on an average (on the seed?)
And then they laid her on the table
She connected with the inhaler
And the needle shiftin' like crazy,
She was, she was completely still.
It was like a painting of a vase,
She just lay there and the gas traveled fast
Through the dorsal spine and down and around
(I want more)
The anal cavity, her cranium
(I wanna score)
Just, it was really great, man,
The gas had inflicted her entire spine
With the elements of a voluptuous disease
With a green vapor, made her feet light.
Baby want more.
Baby was it in the closet.
Baby get it there, baby tag it,
Baby got it and baby begged for it, baby.
I don't think (after station) there's any station
(I remember when)
Quite as interesting to me
(Baby worship something)
As the 12th station
(Laughin' at the flowers)
I tuned in (to the tower) too many centuries
Were calling to me
And I spin, come down thru time
Oh, watch them say you're too high.
And I swim through.
Hear it on the radio, goddamn in my radio,
Hear it on the radio, hear it on the radio
(Babble)
One long ecstatic pure sensation
Restriction started excreting, started excreting, ah exhilarating
Bottomless pit.
Hey sheba, hey salome, hey venus eclipsin' my way ah.
Her vessel, every woman is a vessel, is evasive, is aquatic.
Everyone, silver ecstatic, platinum disk spinning.
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 Poppies
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