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Grow For Me
Various Artists
Doo, sha la la loo, whop whop.
Doo, sha la la loo, whop whop.
Doo, sha la la loo, whop whop.
DooI've given you sunshine. I've given you dirt.
I'm beggin' you sweetly. I'm down on my knees.
You've given me nothin' but heartache and hurt.
Oh, please, grow for me!
I've given you plant food and water to sip.
I've given you potash. You've given me zip.
Oh God, how I mist you! Oh pod, how you tease!
Now, please, grow for me!
I've given you southern exposure to get you to thrive.
I've pinched you back hard like I'm s'posed ta. You're barely alive.
I've tried you at levels of moisture from desert to mud.
I've given you growlights and mineral supplements.
What do you want from me? Blood?
I've given you sunlight. I've given you rain.
I'll give you a few drops if that'll appease.
Looks like you're not happy 'less I open a vein.
Now please, oh
Somewhere That's Green
I know Seymour's the greatest, but I'm dating a semiSo I got a black eye, and my arm's in a cast.
And I dream of a place where we could be together at last.
Still, that Seymour's a cutie. Well, if not, he's got inner beauty.
a grill out on the patio, disposal in the sink,
A matchbox of our own, a fence of real chain link,
a washer and a dryer and an ironing machine
in a tract house that we share somewhere that's green.
He rakes and trims the grass. He loves to mow and weed.
I cook like Betty Crocker and I look like Donna Reed.
in the PineThere's plastic on the furniture to keep it neat and clean
we snuggle watchin' Lucy on our big, enormous twelveBetween our frozen dinner and our bedtime, nine fifteen,
I'm his December Bride. He's Father, he Knows Best.
The kids play Howdy Doody as the sun sets in the west.
A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine.
I dream we'll go
Far from Skid Row,
somewhere that's green
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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