Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket
Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with, woman?
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance when you can
Seen you consort with your invisible manhole
Fool child, you're never gonna make it
New York City just wants to see you naked, and they will
Though they'd never say so
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern sister
Sister, sister, was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand
Sister, this is not about me, and it's not about you, I swear
No hard feelings, nothing personal
Soft sculpture rides the air
For free words, words, words
Longings, longings, longings, all in vain
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world
Another proud American
And as proud Americans
We let it slide away
Harmless little negress
You've got to say yes to another excess
Let's go for a ride today
In possession of eyes that say
In possession of eyes that say
A southern bunkhouse
Blue skies up above
A kind of figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love these days
All that slender-wristed, white, translucent business
Passes for love these days
Much hailed genius passes for love these days
Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit, f*ck it
I look up, I see the north star
I look up, I see the north star
When I look up at the bar through these tears
Four white pillars Yankee-style
All of America loves to lights his pipes
All of America live to light his pipe at night
To which Dixie responds, "free me"
And then washes his sashes
Again
Maybe or maybe not fast forward, she said
Maybe once the seed is sown, fast forward, she said
This bird has flown south, she said
Don't talk about the south, she said
It's not you, it's nothing personal
No hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance
When you can
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Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket
Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with, woman?
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance when you can
Seen you consort with your invisible manhole
Fool child, you're never gonna make it
New York City just wants to see you naked, and they will
Though they'd never say so
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern sister
Sister, sister, was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand
Sister, this is not about me, and it's not about you, I swear
No hard feelings, nothing personal
Soft sculpture rides the air
For free words, words, words
Longings, longings, longings, all in vain
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world
Another proud American
And as proud Americans
We let it slide away
Harmless little negress
You've got to say yes to another excess
Let's go for a ride today
In possession of eyes that say
In possession of eyes that say
A southern bunkhouse
Blue skies up above
A kind of figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love these days
All that slender-wristed, white, translucent business
Passes for love these days
Much hailed genius passes for love these days
Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit, f*ck it
I look up, I see the north star
I look up, I see the north star
When I look up at the bar through these tears
Four white pillars Yankee-style
All of America loves to lights his pipes
All of America live to light his pipe at night
To which Dixie responds, "free me"
And then washes his sashes
Again
Maybe or maybe not fast forward, she said
Maybe once the seed is sown, fast forward, she said
This bird has flown south, she said
Don't talk about the south, she said
It's not you, it's nothing personal
No hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance
When you can
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket
Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with, woman?
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance when you can
Seen you consort with your invisible manhole
Fool child, you're never gonna make it
New York City just wants to see you naked, and they will
Though they'd never say so
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern sister
Sister, sister, was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand
Sister, this is not about me, and it's not about you, I swear
No hard feelings, nothing personal
Soft sculpture rides the air
For free words, words, words
Longings, longings, longings, all in vain
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world
Another proud American
And as proud Americans
We let it slide away
Harmless little negress
You've got to say yes to another excess
Let's go for a ride today
In possession of eyes that say
In possession of eyes that say
A southern bunkhouse
Blue skies up above
A kind of figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love these days
All that slender-wristed, white, translucent business
Passes for love these days
Much hailed genius passes for love these days
Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit, f*ck it
I look up, I see the north star
I look up, I see the north star
When I look up at the bar through these tears
Four white pillars Yankee-style
All of America loves to lights his pipes
All of America live to light his pipe at night
To which Dixie responds, "free me"
And then washes his sashes
Again
Maybe or maybe not fast forward, she said
Maybe once the seed is sown, fast forward, she said
This bird has flown south, she said
Don't talk about the south, she said
It's not you, it's nothing personal
No hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance
When you can
Writer: Daniel Bejar
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