You nature lover / you country punk / you bowl me over / I'm not that drunk

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listen mr. cute sweater you are all kinds of a sugar	on the black current of a tarmac road	We are all starstuff, billion year-old carbon; got to get ourselves back into The Garden	Son of a Preacher Man
Nobody writes poetry about science	I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?	Skoal	eyes that stole my every secret
Kristin Hersh	Southern Culture	those valiant men who saved New Orleans	We were never really friends
meat pants	Why we have mosquitos	Alleycat	Your mushroom clouds (and your ketchup stained reply)
You every era anachronism, soft-shoeing to pantomime beats	Slow Jams	bowl me over	Waterton Glacier International Peace Park
ice cream and psilocybin	I couldn't see them through all the corn