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To: JakeStraw who wrote (1175)	2/9/1998 12:45:00 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Respond to of 49843

The news is out, all over town that you've been seen, out runnin' round. I know that I should leave, but then I just can't go, You win again. This heart of mine, could never see what everybody knows but me. Just trustin' you was my great sin, I just can't go, Lord You win again. This heart of mine, could never see what everybody knows but me. Just trustin' you was my great sin, I just can't go, Lord You win again. This heart of mine, could never see what everybody--body knows but me. Just trustin' you was my great sin, I just can't go, Lord You win again. What can I do, Lord You win again.

To: JakeStraw who wrote (1175)	2/9/1998 1:37:00 PM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 49843

Did you know a newt (not Gingrich) could do a pull up? Either did I until I saw it a few seconds ago. I would have given 3:1 that he'd fall over backwards. She had that Camarillo brillo Flamin' out along her head, I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then...) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away Her ranchid poncho An' laid out naked by the door We did it till we were un-concho An' it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho...I mean Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm...no foolin' ...)