The naked Dutch painter does not want to fuck you Shes got 17 boyfriends and an eight oclock class to get to Shes smoking hash all night with some coffee amaretto Shes asking stupid questions about my groovy black ghetto And the naked Dutch painter in the kitchen does not want to fuck you.
The naked Dutch painter in your bed does not want to sleep with you She just feels like being naked You dont think you can take it but theyre next to you She says, Ghandi used to sleep next to two naked women But youre not the Mahatma and thats a whole nother religion And the naked Dutch painter in the bed does want to sleep with you
The naked Dutch painter in the morning does not want to need you She missed her eight oclock class cause she couldnt get her ass up off of you So you walk along the Rhine and jump back in the sack If this is how they do it you aint never going back And the naked Dutch painter in the morning does not want to need you
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The naked Dutch painter in the gallery does not want to love you Shes throwing fluorescent paint accompanied by a Mingus tape that she stole from you Its performance art porno under trippy black light She left with her professor, he can stretch her canvas tight And the naked Dutch painter in the gallery does not want to love you.
The naked Dutch painter in his arms does not want to see you You are drunk and you are sore You busted down professors door but he feels for you So a wicked joint is rolled and mellows out your head But youre not feeling too bold when he invites you into bed While the naked Dutch painter in his arms does not want to see you
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So now youre on your own in a freezing pay phone around day break Youre feeling so shitty that your calling Culver City just to belly ache But theres no body home cept your answering machine So you write a stupid poem about the freaky shit youve seen Like the naked Dutch painter in the morning sky who hovers above you
The naked Dutch painter at your door says she finally loves you But she said Ill see you later when she saw another naked painter sitting in the kitchen with you Well she seemed a little shattered and she got a little pissed When she saw that you were flattered by the fact that youd been missed While the naked Dutch painter at your door says....
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The naked Dutch painter in your bed does not want to sleep with you She just feels like being naked You dont think you can take it but theyre next to you She says, Ghandi used to sleep next to two naked women But youre not the Mahatma and thats a whole nother religion And the naked Dutch painter in the bed does want to sleep with you
The naked Dutch painter in the morning does not want to need you She missed her eight oclock class cause she couldnt get her ass up off of you So you walk along the Rhine and jump back in the sack If this is how they do it you aint never going back And the naked Dutch painter in the morning does not want to need you
Talking bout the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter la la la la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa
The naked Dutch painter in the gallery does not want to love you Shes throwing fluorescent paint accompanied by a Mingus tape that she stole from you Its performance art porno under trippy black light She left with her professor, he can stretch her canvas tight And the naked Dutch painter in the gallery does not want to love you.
The naked Dutch painter in his arms does not want to see you You are drunk and you are sore You busted down professors door but he feels for you So a wicked joint is rolled and mellows out your head But youre not feeling too bold when he invites you into bed While the naked Dutch painter in his arms does not want to see you
Talking bout the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter la la la la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa
So now youre on your own in a freezing pay phone around day break Youre feeling so shitty that your calling Culver City just to belly ache But theres no body home cept your answering machine So you write a stupid poem about the freaky shit youve seen Like the naked Dutch painter in the morning sky who hovers above you
The naked Dutch painter at your door says she finally loves you But she said Ill see you later when she saw another naked painter sitting in the kitchen with you Well she seemed a little shattered and she got a little pissed When she saw that you were flattered by the fact that youd been missed While the naked Dutch painter at your door says....
Talking bout the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter the naked Dutch painter la la la la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa la la la la la la la la la la la la la la laaaa
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