Sunday Comics
But now you make me read the Comics because it’s only this Sunday’s. Well, I’m still fond of you, oh-ho-oh. So, what difference does it make? It makes none.
Sunday Comics
It’s almost Sunday, we should do as before: read Sunday Comics while we’re nude on the floor. It really would be the perfect end to our date — I love you, baby, but God wants us to wait.
Sunday Comics
Too fat! Fat you must cut lean — you got to take the Sunday Comics to the mezzanine, chump! Change, and it’s on, Super Bon Bon.
Sunday Comics
He claims I suffer from delusion, I’m so confident I’m sane. It can’t be no optical illusion. How can you explain Sunday Comics in the rain?
Sunday Comics
An open road where I can breathe, Sunday Comics are calling to me. I can pull myself back up, back down — stuck together like a ready-made.
Sunday Comics
No party she’d not attend, no invitation she wouldn’t send —
transfixed by Sunday Comics and your promise to be found.
Sunday Comics
Rotating head, keeps on the right side/Colied up and tense remains on the lookout/They hate to read The Star’s Sunday Comics/Rotating head tries to look on the bright side of things
Sunday Comics
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime/A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust/I need a fix because I’m going down, the Sunday Comics I left uptown.
Sunday Comics
Todo es mentira en este mundo. Todo es mentira la verdad.
Todo es mentira, Sunday Comics. Todo es mentira,
por qué será. Esperando la última ola; esperando la última rola. ¡Arriba los Comics, o-e-a!s
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