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Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face say these promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them
Because...
Ooh, jealousy
Ooh, my jealousy
Is she fine, so well-bred
The perfect girl, a social deb?
And is she the sort, that you've always thought
Could make, could make you...
LYRICS:
TALKING SAILOR (aka TALKING MERCHANT MARINE) by WOODY GUTHRIE (1944)
In bed with my woman, just singin' the blues,
Heard the radio tellin' the news:
That...
the merchant of venice by william shakespeare
act iii - scene i
SHYLOCK
To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,
it will feed my revenge. He...