The honest to God
last thing she ever
said to me was I
didn’t even know
that Van Dyke Parks
could play the accordion
Then she walked
through the door with
the cock-eyed flashing
lights blink blinking
blinking blink blink
blink blink blink
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The honest to God
last thing she ever
said to me was I
didn’t even know
that Van Dyke Parks
could play the accordion
Then she walked
through the door with
the cock-eyed flashing
lights blink blinking
blinking blink blink
blink blink blink