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I move myself to dance
With garbage in my hands
And summer will seem longer
When you are undercover
And throw your heart away
A spring cleaning is o.k.
Go and do it today
I went out to dance
With garbage in my hands
I will not be forced
To jump into the morgue
I will not kiss a bride
And I won’t conceive a child
If all that I can do
Is stay here without a clue
That I can do
And if fate comes along
But your temper is all wrong
I could not care less
And rip off your dress
And be slapped for it
Because the season isn’t fit
For all of this
Universal laws
Do not apply here
The whole is just the sum
Of all of its parts
And when you come along
With a solution on your tongue
Spit it out
I went out to dance
With garbage in my hands