Van Gogh

I had a dream, that I was Van Gogh
 Living like a vandal
 In my tiny castle
 I painted portraits of a morning
 Coffee with my Lord
 He's still missing his girl, Mary
 Ooh, we're talking dirty now
 I like it when we move like that
 Ooh, we're shaping little lies
 On the tips of our tongues
 Where 're you at?
 Where 're you at?
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 She fancied herself, a rainbow
 Coming out that swamp, slow
 Her head up in the cosmos
 She's got 'em absinthe eyes I told you
 She's trying to break that mold, fool
 I need a little strange fruit
 Ooh, we're talking dirty now
 I like it when we move like that
 Ooh, we're shaping little lies
 On the tips of our tongues
 Where 're you at?
 Where 're you at?
 (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at?
 (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at?
 (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at?
 (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) where 're you at?
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 I drink the blues with my bourbon
 Jimmy Reed's a-sermon
 Little rain a-thundering
 I stood up and started singing
 I got all this feeling
 I'm swinging from the ceiling