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Columbo
Columbo came by at three this afternoon,
came looking for me, with white gum on his shoe.
“So very tragic, so hard to understand.
I didn't do it, I'm really not your man.”
Columbo calms me, says “Everything's okay,
but there's one thing, this bottle of Beaujolais…”
“Oh, well that, yeah, I guess we had a little thing,
It was over before I had a chance to sing,
sing, sing, sing…”
Los Angeles never seemed so cruel to me
Los Angeles only made a fool of me
These futures were never really meant to be
Was it wrong?
Well, my alibi's strong.
Columbo came by at ten again last night,
a slouching raincoat, cigar (without a light),
some Polaroid pics, his dog, and a cassette,
says, “Is this your voice?” and then I start to sweat.
Columbo cross-eyed as I try to explain,
“It might have been me, but that was yesterday.”
“Oh I see, yeah, but now there’s just one more thing,
why was it over before you had a chance to sing, sing, sing, sing…?”
Los Angeles never seemed so cruel to me
Los Angeles only made a fool of me
These futures were never really meant to be
Was it wrong?
Well, my alibi's strong.
I confess, I fell in love, and I was a mess
I confess, I fell in love, and I was a mess
I confess, I fell in love, I fell in love, and I was a mess.
I confess, I fell in love, and I was a mess
I confess, I fell in love, and I was a mess
I confess, I fell in love, I fell in love, and I was a mess.
I confess
I confess
I confess
I confess
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