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Well she's got so many goddamns up her sleeve Virtues turned to winds and tumbleweeds Dust smoke and cleared And all her pending outburst just caught fire From both stress and passion Turned to ashes She swept it up To discard in an orderly fashion Most of all She won't be caught dead in corduroy White after Labor Day Or you But most of all She won't be caught dead in corduroy White after Labor Day Or you Well she had a dresser full of pipe dreams but mistook them For a hammock and some hats (hammock and some hats) And up and left them for Goodwill I tried to buy them back to win her over but on accident Bought a hammock and some hats (hammock and some hats) Instead she naps all day Dreams of one day Buying her dreams back Via the internet And I say, “Oh boy I blew it this time” Most of all She won't be caught dead in corduroy White after Labor Day Or you Most of all She won't be caught dead in corduroy White after Labor Day Or you But Most of all She won't be caught dead in corduroy White after Labor Day Or you But Most of all She won't be caught dead in corduroy White after Labor Day Or you |