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Advance Romance - Frank Zappa
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From liquor store

Suit is all dirty, boy

Shoes is all wore

Tired and lonely, my
Heart is all sore

Advance romance

I can't stand it no more

Told me she loved me
I believed what she said

Took me for a sucker, boy
All corn-fed

Next thing I knew
She had a bolt on the door

Advance romance

I can't use it no more

She took George's watch
Like they always do

(It was a Timex, too!)
No more money, boy
I shoulda knew

The way she do me, boy

She might do you, too

The way she do me, boy

She might do you, too

The way she do me, boy

She might do you, too

Advance romance
People I am through!

Potato-head Bobby
was a friend of mine

Open three of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open four of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open five of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open six of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Said she might be a devil

But she sure was fine

Advance romance
He wanna try it one time

Later that night
He drop on by

Told her all he wanna do
Was step up and say "Hi"

Half an hour later
She had frenched his fry

Advance romance

Bobby, say good-bye