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Mr. Big - Travolta lyrics
All behold the spectacle
 A fleshy limbless rectangle
 Sitting on a pedestal
 So nasal handicapable
 Sniff and remember silver ball
 Contortions that he can't recall
 The torso on a trampoline
 The happiness melts into dream
 To talk is an enunciated sneeze
 To taste is some foul air to breathe
 One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever!
 He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
 And he fucks himself as he fucks the world
 His twitching brain can dance within
 Gyrating more like gelatin
 A secret means of ecstasy
 Acute and very olfactoryMr. Big - Travolta - http://motolyrics.com/mr-big/travolta-lyrics.html
 To see is colors crawling in the nose
 To hear is stinking highs and lows
He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away
 With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt
 'cause he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta
 Smell, Sweat, Movement.
 Everyone's dancing.
 Disco.
 Dimple.
 Fading. Darker.
 A subtle fragrance.
 Faint.
 Everyone's dancing without him.
 Where did it go?
 Dark.
 Odorless.
 Nothing.









