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THE WAY

Our love is like the trunk of a
Great Car (it's hot in summer)
And I've one hand free so let me count the way
And I'd almost got to Two
As we slide into the blue
How I love, how I love the U.
S. A.

Our love is like the trunk of a
Great Tree, it's high above us
But not long to be 'cos all I need to say
Is that my love's so deep and true
I nearly carved the whole way through
How I love, how I love the U.
S. A.

Well let me count the way!
No you can't really let me, can you?
There's no time for it to count, get in the car!
Our daughter could be DOA,
And that's the fault of some gangbanger
That our son ran with 'til today (the one we honor and obey)
And when we drive by that neighborhood some fucker's gonna pay,
Our

       love is like the trunk of a
Great Beast that's got our number
Lifts us up where we'd belong if we were hay
And all the donkeys turned to hinds
Cos nobody really minds
How we love, tear a piece off of
Stick it to, how we screw
The U.S.A.!

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