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Did this plastic trip as a gull of baby smiles
And it makes a purple dress out of the fake words

I cut out of the newspaper
The typographical errors make our labor
And the guns appear as the windows roll down

Where the little children
Watch their Hollywood manners
I see God doing His homework

I do it for Him but I like the wages
So roll out the black carpet

Hold my hand for me
I can't think about the bill
And we'll let other people feel for us

The book is in my name