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White Coat

Pheobe came to me on a Sunday afternoon
She slapped me on the face with a shiny silver spoon
She tells me alot of stories
And runs to join a circus with her tall, skinny, ugly, cousin

I see her hair (as blue as the sky)
They say she's not there (why should I lie)
They strap me in white (a suit and a tie)
They turn off the light (I'm soaring high)

Geoffrey shot a bird and it floated through the cold windy breeze
I tried to warn it, after all I named her Louise
Police man, please help that unfortunate soul
And while you're at it would you let me lose control

I see her hair (as blue as the sky)
They say she's not there (why should I lie)
They grab me by the arm (a muscular thigh)
They sound the alarm (I'm gone to Dubai)


Michel Abou Samah

©1997



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