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Lyrics by Dale, Music by Robert Brookins)
Constant impressions and plenty of will
Time and time again secrets filter through
There's roses in the bathtub and he's still asleep
Wonder to myself, my secrets will he keep?
Playing poker in the dark (with one eye open)
Gamblin' with my heart (and now he's hopin')oh, he's so..
He's so typical
He's so typical..
Waltzing in the shadows with blue overtones
Does my freedom show, but how could he have known?
No smoking in the boys' room with black leather gloves
Then up jumped the moon and out walked the love
No smoking in the boys room
Then out jumped the moon
And out walked the love
He's so typical, tip tip tippee...
[etc...fade...human trumpet solo..]
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