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I'm beginning to believe
That I can never form my own opinions
Secretly, I've decided to believe
That I'm Polynesian, originally
I want the air set to 70 degrees
I want pineapples and sugar as the major industries
I will be there, blending racial amity
While pineapples and sugar build me massive equity
But if I were married to a movie star
That'd be my arm around her waist, as she flips off the camera
And if Meg Ryan were my personal taste
I'd be atop the Empire State every Christmas
I'm afraid that you agree
When you say you don't hold my attention great
Ukuleles play love songs in Portuguese
That you made no attempt to ever translate
I want love (I want love)
Waiting for me after school
Like a stream of consciousness
Every time I take a breath
I want love (I want love)
On the front porch, after school
Like a stream of consciousness
Every time I take a breath
And if I were married to a movie star
That'd be a smile on my face, as she sips her daiquiris
And if Meg Ryan were my personal taste
I'd be atop the Empire State every Christmas
My town is zoning this land
So we can build an ark, and sail away from (Tennessee)
Palm trees, and sand, and Hawaiian instruments
Say "aloha," as they're haunting me
I want time, (I want time)
Kicking, screaming, put to death
Float like islands in the stream
Take a lifetime just to dream
I want time, (I want time)
Strangled slowly, put to death
Float like islands in the pool
While Mr. T pities the fool
And if I were married to a movie star
That'd be my arm around her waist, as she flips off the camera
And if Meg Ryan were my personal taste
I'd be atop the Empire State every Christmas
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