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Ten Foot Pole - Lyrics by Juliana Hatfield


Lyrics

Touch me with a ten-foot pole
Can you feel my body's cold?
Look at me through a telescope
Can you see i'm ugly and i'm old

At the other end
Of a broken line
That scratchy voice is mine

Do what you want
I don't care
Do what you want
I don't care

Touch me with a ten-foot pole
I've got no diseases that i know of
Take a bite out of me then swallow
Wrap me up in plastic and take me home
Oh let me go
You've got an evil mind
And i think i'm losing mine

Do what you want
I don't care
Do what you want
I don't care

Do what you want
I don't care
Do what you want
I don't care

Touch me with a ten-foot pole
Touch me with a ten-foot pole


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