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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=52877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sects Therapy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lead vocal: frankie howerd<br>I was lonely and depressed<br>Having fled the family home<br>When I met an old acquaintance<br>I had only barely known<br>And I told her over tea<br>Of my worries and my woes<br>And a morbid fear of eating beans<br>In tightly fitting clothes<br>And she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for me<br>And she knew a mayfair analyst I really ought to see<br>So I went round to his rooms<br>And he saw me right away<br>Though he asked a sum of money I could ill afford to pay<br>But I lay down on the couch<br>By a bowl of flaccid flowers<br>And I talked and talked and talked and talked<br>For hours and hours and hours<br>And he told me tales of oedipus with great authority<br>And he asked me if my mother<br>Wore stiletto heels and rubber<br>And I realised that this poor soul<br>Was more confused than me<br>Well the shock was so profound<br>That I fled into the strand<br>Where I saw a hare krishna group<br>And joined in with the band<br>This was just the life for me<br>Free of worldly goods and care<br>And I chanted and I ranted<br>Round and round trafalgar square<br>I converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and there<br>But the bagwan was so jealous<br>That he called me over zealous<br>Then he threw me out<br>When I refused to cut off all my hair<br>(dr. ruth, dr. ruth, why not write to dr. ruth? )<br>So I wrote to dr. ruth<br>And she helpfully proposed<br>I should join a nudist colony<br>And throw away my clothes<br>All that sun upon my flesh<br>Would set my libido free<br>And would guarentee much more of it<br>Whatever it may be<br>But I dont feel that I was quite equipped for such a life<br>Fair of skin just like my sisters<br>Too much sun would give me blisters<br>So I think Ill turn the whole thing in<br>And go home to the wife</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Alan Parsons Project - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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I was lonely and depressed
Having fled the family home
When I met an old acquaintance
I had only barely known
And I told her over tea
Of my worries and my woes
And a morbid fear of eating beans
In tightly fitting clothes..."></div>
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