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An old man turned ninety-eightHe won the lottery and died the next dayIt’s a black fly in your ChardonnayIt’s a death row pardon two minutes too lateAnd isn’t it ironic…dontcha think It’s like rain on your wedding dayIt’s a free ride when you’ve already paidIt’s the good advice that you just didn’t takeWho would’ve thought…it

You know how us Catholic girls can beWe make up for so much time a little too lateI never forgot it, confusing as it wasNo fun with no guilt feelingsThe sinners, the saviors, the loverless priestsI’ll see you next Sunday We all had our reasons to be thereWe all had a thing or two to

What’s the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard dayAs you place the don’t disturb sign on the doorYou lost your place in line again, what a pityYou never seem to want to dance anymore It’s a long way downOn this roller coasterThe last chance streetcarWent off the trackAnd you’re on it I hear you’re

I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yoursI don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskeyHidden in the bottom drawerI don’t want to be a bandage if the wound is not mineLend me some fresh airI don’t want to be adored for what I merely represent to youI

Wait a minute manYou mispronounced my nameYou didn’t wait for all the informationBefore you turned me awayWait a minute sirYou kind of hurt my feelingsYou see me as a sweet back-loaded puppetAnd you’ve got meal ticket taste I see right through youI know right through youI feel right through youI walk right through you You