Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere They're out of season It's betrayal with no treason Junk shop clothes Will get you... There is no reason why Your mother was a seamstress
Claim soutine never spent A thrift shop dime In this life Lenny bruce never walked In a dead man's shoes Even for one night
Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere No summer pavilion No shooting season Junk shop clothes Will get you... For the rest of your life And the sun never shone On your frame pale and wan
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