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patricia taxxon - squaredance lyrics

i fly like paper, get high like planes (somebody remind me where i am)
if you catch me at the border i got visas in my name (miami or timbuktu?)
if you come around here, i make ’em all day (did i ever tell you my uncle’s monkey)
i get one done in a second if you wait (ran away from the zoo?)
i fly like paper, get high like planes (would you tell me what this all means?)
if you catch me at the border i got visas in my name (what happens if i go through that door?)
if you come around here, i make ’em all day (cause i’m looking up at the ceiling)
i get one done in a second if you wait (but it’s turning into the floor)
sometimes i think sittin’ on trains (when i’m bored)
every stop i get to i’m clocking that game (i kind of drift away)
everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame (i’m not sure quite)
bona fide hustler making my name (why we work all day)
sometimes i think sittin’ on trains (i’ve been thinking)
every stop i get to i’m clocking that game (and i’ve got this plan)
everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame (let’s go right now)
bona fide hustler making my name

all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot; come meet me in the sky, i’ve been waiting for you; if it hadn’t been for cotten eye joe)
and a (cl!ck, ka-ching; and we can’t hear what they say; i’d been married long time ago)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot; up in my air balloon; where did you come from? where did you go?)
and a (cl!ck, ka-ching; where did you come from cotton eye joe?)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot; sing sing along along any song you want to; if it hadn’t been for cotten eye joe)
and a (cl!ck, ka-ching; now we’re so high it can’t rain; i’d been married long time ago)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot; up in my air balloon; where did you come from? where did you go?)
and a (cl!ck, ka-ching; where did you come from cotton eye joe?)
and take your money

pirate skulls and bones (i don’t like dropping names)
sticks and stones and weed and bongs (but kurt cobain is all in my face)
running when we hit ’em (how the h-ll am i gonna tell him)
lethal poison for the system (elvis already took first base?)
pirate skulls and bones (and then, out of the blue, this cruise)
sticks and stones and weed and bongs (is losing alt-tude, all we need)
running when we hit ’em (is a little more elevation)
lethal poison for the system (take me back to where i can breathe)
no one on the corner has swagger like us (if it hadn’t been for cotton eye joe; i had a dream do big and loud; when i’m bored)
hit me on my burner prepaid wireless (i jumped so high i touched the clouds; i’d been married long time ago; i kind of drift away)
we pack and deliver like ups trucks (where did you come from? where did you go?; i’m not sure quite)
already going to h-ll, just pumping that gas (where did you come from cotton eye joe?; why we work all day)
no one on the corner has swagger like us (i stretched my hands out to the sky; if it hadn’t been for cotton eye joe; i’ve been thinking)
hit me on my burner prepaid wireless (we dance with monsters through the night; i’d been married long time ago; and i’ve got this plan)
we pack and deliver like ups trucks (let’s go right now; where did you come from? where did you go?)
already going to h-ll, just pumping that gas (where did you come from cotton eye joe?)

all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot; come meet me in the sky, i’ve been waiting for you; if it hadn’t been for cotten eye joe)
and a (cl!ck, ka-ching; and we can’t hear what they say; this is gonna be the best day of my life; i’d been married long time ago)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot; up in my air balloon; where did you come from? where did you go?)
and a (cl!ck, ka-ching; where did you come from cotton eye joe?; my life)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot; sing sing along along any song you want to; if it hadn’t been for cotten eye joe)
and a (cl!ck, ka-ching; now we’re so high it can’t rain; this is gonna be the best day of my life; i’d been married long time ago)
and take your money
all i wanna do is (gunshot, gunshot, gunshot, gunshot; up in my air balloon; where did you come from? where did you go?)
and a (cl!ck, ka-ching; where did you come from cotton eye joe?; my life)
and take your money

copying is not theft
stealing a thing leaves one less left
copying it makes one thing more
that’s what copying’s for

copying is not theft
if i copy yours, you have it too
one for me and one for you
that’s what copies can do

if i steal your bicycle
you have to take the bus
but if i just copy it
there’s one for each of us

making more of a thing
that is what we call copying
sharing ideas with everyone
that’s why copying is fun

- patricia taxxon lyrics

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