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"Your carpet is blue so that it matches your shoes It's the way the drains smoke in New York And it's in everything you do You bash your head and I found something to do I made our memories about me and you It's like playing with your food It's like playing with your food It's like playing with your food That can be arranged, she said That can be arranged That can be arranged, she said That can be arranged When I see litter on the streets I think of you It's the way you talk in twos And its whatever I fell through How many radiators have you got on in your house? Do they make you feel warm at night? Do they tell you what to do? Do they tell you what to do? Do they tell you what to do? That can be arranged, she said That can be arranged That can be arranged, she said That can be arranged That can be arranged That can be arranged That can be arranged That can be arranged, yeah Your carpet is red so that it matches your hair It's the way the neon buzzes in Las Vegas, yeah It's in everything you do (repeat)" |