V. You People Are Idiots Paroles

*All*
For every one a friend to share life to the end
*Murphy*
Stuck outside wondering why I’m still spare
Forced into some early morning air
My flatmates are a noisy pair.
*All*
Whatevers troubles you beat with your one true love
*Murphy*
I’d ask her why my wit’s not recognized
*All*
For every one a friend to share life to the end
*Murphy*
What’s the point of reading Baudelaire?
If that fact I’m unable to share?
My folks keep hinting about an heir
I have so much to tell
My interests are spread well
But erudition seems not to be prized
Oh you should see my place Meek, proud, nice, friends, gay, rude, praise, lies…
*All*
For everyone a friend to share life to the end
*Murphy*
Numbers are swapped but then
When I invite them
To a Jean Genet revue
(Oh yeah, I’ve read him since school)
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