Algebra Suicide - Beguine | Текст песни

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We all want to see the sight that makes us goofy with desire.
[??] wearing a bikini made out of an American flag. A gun, a car, a nun.
The skyline of Manhattan collapsing or some very pretty art damage.
A movie star, a Spanish fly, a shining eye, a mirror. Whatever it is, it will impassion us.
It will impassion us like a big fat [???] impassion us. Like a lovely war (roar?) can impassion us.
Or like an African [?]. Like a six-pack, like Andy Warhol's rolodex, it will impassion us.
And then we want it to dangle before us like some crazy constellation,
'Cause we know that if it lingers long enough, we might just get to keep it all to ourselves.