My only vice (is the fantastic prices i charge for being eaten alive)

My only vice (is the fantastic prices i charge for being eaten alive) Lyrics

Simply Lorraine sings for a while

In a three-octave harmonica style

It's easy to see her harmony

stabbing at my songs from behind

Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's

words into rhymes

Nobody can tell it the same

To her evcrything's just like a game

But she'll make it seem some big machine's

driving you clean outa your mind

Come on admit it, that's just the limit,

we've travelled from mad to sublime


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Oh she's a lady from a background of pearls

Who's tormenting and bending my world

My only vice is the fantastic prices I

Charge for being eaten alive. . .


So Nina can paint dragons on guitars

She can roll up a Victorian vase,

That gal can sweep, skip,

jump and leap into a room full of clowns,

No one'll tame her, no one'll claim her,

'til she's been at least all around

Doreen is a hunk of a man,

she can wipe every boy from the land

But Lorraine can fly it way outa sight

then bring it on back to the fold

Give me a chance, I want romance,

don't give me your love quite so cold


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