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The empty bottle was half empty, tide was low, and i was thirsty.
Saw her sitting at the bar, you know how some girls are,
Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes.
So i sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "hi there."
"my name's stewart ransom miller, i'm a serial lady-killer."
She said, "i'm already dead," that's exactly what she said.
So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic.
Midnight came and midnight went, and i though i was the president.
She said, "do you have a car," and i said, "do i have a car?"
What's so great about the barrier reef?
What's so fine about art?
What's so good about a good times van,
When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?
My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute.
I went through the motions with her. her on top, and me on liquor.
Didn't do no good, well i didn't think it would.
What's so great about the barrier reef?
What's so fine about art?
What's so good about a good times van,
When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?
When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man.
When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man.
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