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| Cracker Miscellaneous Dr Bernice Okay 1 2 3 2 2 Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice. She is not a lady doctor at all. She's got hands like a man. With hair on the back. She'll crush you with her embrace. Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes We all need a kind place to live. Though the wind may whisper and howl at your door We all need the comfort of friends. Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice. That ain't a real cadalac. It's a delta 88 spray painted black with fake leather seats from Warez Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes On a hot desert night it is still. Though the world may whisper and howl at your door You're not obliged to let them all in. Okay Johnny. Baby don't you drive ride in that fou cadalac If you must please ride in the back. If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight. Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks. Though the wind may whisper a melody now. We can't find a tune of our own. Though the world may whisper and blow in your face and tangle the hair on your head. On a hot desert night We can drive down the road And the stars will spell out your name. On a hot desert night with the windows down wide. The sirens will sing me their song. And the ghosts of the sailors who died on the rocks Feel not a twitch of regret. Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head. You sing like a siren to me. On a hot desert night The caravan stops at the oasis next to your heart. The soundtrack is played by some aged British queen on BBS radio one. Though the wind my whisper and epic sometime the cast must include Karon Black. Though the symphony strings shifts with the sand. You sing like a siren to me. You sing like a siren to me. You sing like a siren to me. |
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