Lobster Cream

Send me your letters, drop me a line
Say that you love me, my Valentine
Send me your letters, say the weather's fine
I'll read your letters
From the cold side of the Rhine

When it comes to letting go
You might sparkle you might flow
Slapping on the lobster cream to go

One Yanky Doctor, one sided fence
One bleak prediction of an Ice Nine Continent
Working your socks off in a Groundhog Day
Living for the future, twelve designated days

When it comes to letting go
You might sparkle you might blow
Slapping on the lobster cream to go

Slapping on the lobster cream
You might feel like Steve McQueen
Slapping on the lobster cream to go

(© Sputnik Weazel ...from "Unsolicited Material" - CD 2007)

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