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Imani Coppola

, "Imani, Imani" I threw it away because it scared me It had no right to know my name (Imani, Imani, Imani, Imani) Do you feel lost, Imani? Imani, do you feel lost? Do you feel lost? Imani

Go ahead and figure it out I will lend an open ear When you find out what she's all about Lust is such a fleeting desire She'll spark you up and light

I've been looking through your window I've been confiscating your mail I've been tapping into your phone line I put bugs inside your molars I fantasize

There's a tree in the city, it ain't lookin' pretty Blessed with stress, smog clogging feelin' shitty There's a river on the highway, things ain't goin

Wanda My playful little friend Who lives inside of me She's good to joke She's good to prank She's good to laugh But cannot see Poor Wanda Blind since

Is it over now? If it's safe to come out From behind these walls we've built With bitter words and silence We'll be on our way I will break mine down

Welcome, take my hand and I'll show you to a place A spacey place, a place with space Where there's a vase in a case And flowers in the vase and my, my

Thursday came, I was tired of the fire engines Tired of the taxi cabs, tired of the elevators Tired of the door-man smiling, when I know he wants to Kick

My sweet tooth cavity shoots Pain up in my brain bringin' on the rain Look at the sad sack frown So I'm puttin' on my gravity boots cruisin' around town