I've got a grapefruit matter It's as sour as shit I have no solutions Better get used to it I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suit I'm narcissus in a puddle In shop windows I gloat Like a ball of fleece lining In my camel skin coat
I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suit Did you think I should
Nemesis in a muddle In a mirror I look Like a streak of sheet lightnin' In my rattleskin shoes -
I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather I don't need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suit Did you think I should
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