Lyrics
If I really meant it,
I'd embrace a dead pet,
Or enter into a bet
That I could be hung high
From a telephone wire
With no poor boy's pile
Of books underfoot,
No stack of yoga mats
Or foam-core cushion pads
To lessen the pressure of the phone chord
Choking my neck.
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