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Kissing Robert Smith

from Ivy Schmivey by Roy Ivy

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"Show me show me show me how you do that trick,
the one that makes me sick," she said.
Ficka-ficka-ficka-here you are you, stinking up the bar.
Caustic and cryptic, I just can't fake it.
I can't fake it anymore.

It's time to start our celebration.
Hip-hip hooray for disintegration.

Staring at the skeleton of our love,
I can't fake it anymore.
It's such a terrible chore,
just to see you naked.
I can't fake it anymore.

Everything that used to turn me on just turns me off.

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from Ivy Schmivey, released July 27, 2011

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Roy Ivy Butte, montana

Drinking songs and sing-alongs: that's Roy Ivy's specialty .If you haven't seen him dancing and sloshing about Butte, America, you may have met him in his past lives as a Chicago troubadour. Or maybe you met him in Dallas, where he ran The Tah-Dahs off a cliff, and stupidly quit The Polyphonic Spree before they toured with Bowie.

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