Gaslighting Abbie
One plush summer you come to me ripe and ready
And bad through and through
With that deep mystical soul synergy pumping steady
Between me and you
Lovin' all the beautiful work we've done, cara mia
And it's barely July
If we keep on boppin' until Labor Day
Li'l miz Abbie - bye bye
What will it be - some soothing herb tea?
That might be just the thing
Let's say we spike it with Deludin
Or else - maybe tonight a hand of solitaire
CHORUS:
Flame is the game
The game we call gaslighting Abbie
It's a luscious invention for three
One summer by the sea
With the long weekend that's comin' up fast
Let's get busy
There's just too much to do
That black mini looks just like the one she's been missin'
Feels good on you
There's a few items we need in town - allez-vous girl
There's no time to waste
Such as fresh cable and fifteen watt bulbs
Couple dozen - it's a big old place
Let's keep it light - we'll do a fright night
With blood and everything
Some punky laughter from the kitchen
And then - a nice relaxing hand of solitaire
CHORUS
You can choose the music
I'll set up my gear
Later on we'll chill and watch the fireworks from here
How can you knock this mighty spitelock
Check out the work itself
A mix of elegance and function
That's right - a tweak or two and then she's out of here
CHORUS
Zmarl stary zyd, ktory trudnil sie lichwiarstwem. Nikt nie chcial nad grobem powiedziec dobrego slowa o zmarlym, pomimo, z oferowano za wygloszenie mowy spore pieniadze.
Wreszcie, w ostatniej chwili zglosil sie pewien czlowiek i po zainkasowaniu podwojnej "stawki" wyglosil nad mogila takie slowa:
- Wszyscy znalismy zmarlego Mosze. Wszyscy wiemy, z byl z niego kawal drania, lotra i krwiopijcy....
Ale, jesli popatrzymy na stojacych nad mogila jego synow to musimy przyznac, z byl to jednak czlowiek o golebim sercu ......
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