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2002-09-05 - 5:19 a.m. I'm just two sheets of metal with a charge in the middle I'm a gargoyle peering out like a rat I'm an urchin eating nettle on a barge with a fiddle I'm your guardian so call me General Cat There you are on the shore acting like you want more But the current makes the drift factor sweep by you You infer guilt to me as you denegrate the plea And you tell me that my love just might supply you So I ease on down the stream and I cultivate the dream And forget about the hope that I had for you But someday you'll look back and you'll say opposites attract And you'll wonder why you'd lose one who'd adore you Just be glad that you did 'cause I've turned into a kid And I have not any vices you can call to So you'd probably be burned for all the lessons that you've learned They don't apply to me, such boredom would befall you That you'd turn into a door with a hinge and little more Except a lock and a rusty key that fits And the only time you'd open is when wanton hands are gropin' Or when Carlton placed reserves upon the Ritz � � |