Cigars in the summertime, Under the sky by the light, I can feel her in my mind. I can see it in her eyes, under the moon as it plays like music every line. There's a rug with a bleeding dye, under the fan in the room, where the passions burning high, by the chair with the leopard skin under the light, it's always Penny and me tonight.
On the plane step with both my feet, riding in seat number three, on a flight to NYC, got my bean in a coffee cup, next to my seat, catch the view and another good book to read, sitting at home over the friendly skies missing her eyes, it's always Penny and me tonight.
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Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down, turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground. And Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies, close our eyes, pretend to fly, it's always Penny and me tonight. Sing ooh, oh.
Staring at a million city lights, but still Penny and I are alone beneath the sky, feel the wind brushing slowly by, If I could soar, I would try, to take these wings and fly, away to where the leaves turn red, but no matter where I am instead, singing alone to feeling alright, or making it by under the pink moonlight, it's always Penny and me tonight.
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Cause Penny likes to get away, and drown her pain, in lemonade, and Penny dreams of rainy days. And nights up late, by the fireplace, and aimless conversations bought the better days. Singing alone to feeling alright. Making it by under the pink moonlight, it's always Penny and me tonight.
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Deeper:
She moves like a tender kiss, and I can't stop feeling, she soothes with her tenderness, and I can't stop feeling. I don't even know her name, but I can't stop feeling. She says that she feels the same, adn I can't stop feeling. And you close your eyes tonight, you just might see that I'm.......
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Falling, deeper and deeper and deeper in love. And I'm feeling more and more and more and more and more alone.
She turns chaos into art, and I can't stop feeling, a touch, and I fall apart, and I can't stop feeling. I love her in a thousand ways, and I can't stop feeling. But if you let me try tonight, you just might see that I'm.....
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Every simple notion, is a poetry in motion, can't you see it's pushing me over the edge. This wrecking ball you're holding, could crush the heart you've stolen, I give you all my devotion all over again, and if let me try tonight, you just might see that I'm.....
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Man From Milwakee (Garage Mix):
It started at a bus stop, in the middle of nowhere, and sitting beside me, was a man with no hair. From the look on his face, to the size of his toes, he comes from a place, which nobody knows. Oooh, maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating, letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me bout the sky. maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating, and if you asked me now, then I couldn't tell you why..
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I've been sitting here too long, by a man from Milwakee. He's been talking to long, on his yellow walkie-talkie. He's been talking to Mars, but I think he's wacky. He says they'll come get him, come get him some day.
He's says where he's from, is called Albertane. There they use more than 10% of the brain. But you couldn't tell it from the way they behave. They run around in underwear and they never shave. Or maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating, letting this big-toed bald man sitting here, tell me bout the sky, maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating, and if you asked me now, then I couldn't tell you why....
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This is mother bird, calling baby bird, baby bird, come in baby bird, for the love of Pete, come in! This is Baby bird, sorry, I was watching court T.V., do you copy, do you copy? Of course we copy......24 hours a day......in color!!
You wouldn't believe me, if I told you the rest, the man sitting by me, who was jsut barely dressed. Flew off to Milwakee or perhaps Albertane. And left me at the bus stop jsut barely sane.
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I've been sitting here too long, thinkin' bout Milwakee. I've been talking too long on my yellow walkie talkie. I'm talking to Mars, you may think that I'm wacky, I know they'll come get me, come get me someday. I know they'll come get me, and take me away. I know they'll come get me, come get me someday. If not tomorrow, then maybe today!