R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
I woke at the crack of dawn
And laughed at what I had on
Everyone was standing over me
Handing me compatibility leaves, ooh
I spoke with the talking heads
And said I hate waterbeds
Had to go work at 7:30
Hiding the compatibility leaves, ooh
I could use some therapy
It could be mixed with water
Train me, feed me, wash my body
Every lady oughta
Could you please advise upon
This confidential matter?
Tell me help me teach my body
What is all the clatter?
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It made little sense at all
That I was the one to fall
Now I feel a touch of sanity
I lost my compatibility pot