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Brite Nitegown lyrics
I dreamed I had a feverI was pushin' one-oh-threeMy mom's all upset - cryin' by my bedsideEverybody's prayin' for meI hear a
scratchin' at the windowI somehow twist myself
aroundI realize I'm eyes to eyesWith the fella
in the Brite NitegownBrite NitegownBrite
NitegownYou can't fight with the fellaIn the
Brite NitegownThe eagle flies on FridayMy baby
wants to bashI hit the ATM - and march down the streetWith a roll of party cash.Right then a couple lit-up
brothersThey gently put me on the groundThey do the
steal and leave me to dealWith the fella in the Brite
NitegownBrite NitegownBrite NitegownYou
can't fight with the fellaIn the Brite NitegownTen milligrams of ChronaxWill whip you back
through timePast Hebrew kings - and furry thingsTo
the birth of humankindI shared in all of nature's
secretsBut when I finally came aroundI'm
sittin' on the rug gettin' a victory hugFrom the
fella in the brite Brite NitegownBrite NitegownBrite NitegownYou can't fight with the fellaIn the Brite Nitegown
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on Morph the Cat
- 3 What I Do
- 5 The Great Pagoda of Funn
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- Track 4 on The Nightfly Trilogy Disc 3
- 3 What I Do
- 5 The Great Pagoda of Funn
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- Track 4 on Morph the Cat Disc 2
- 3 What I Do
- 5 The Great Pagoda of Funn
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