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the day the earth met the woim toins by Francesca Woodman, visionary hallucinatory situationist photography by bobby neel adams, max ernst, abnormal rockwell

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Lady sniff my twisted Lincoln, lady walk alone Lately when I see you, baby, Lord I gotta go Walking down that stinky highway, got to meet my man Lately when I smell you, baby, oh my goddamn

Lady sniff my broken teabag, lady walk the road Lately when I see that teabag, I can't take the load Lady walk that greasy gravy, Lordy Lately when I eat you baby, Lord, I just can't see

(Lady walk with Furry Burry: 2.6), animally in, yeah Lately when I see you baby, got to have my sin Lady (walk that greasy highway, stinky holy war: 2.5) Lately when I see you baby, walking out that door

Lady fold my wall to wall, know what the hell you say (Walk 'em on those roly-polys each and every day: 2.1) (Lady in my stinky pinky, rooty dooty do: 2.3) Lately when I see you, baby, don't know what I do