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The Church - The Maven lyrics
Here comes the maven, he's coming around He's such a connoisseur, he's such an autograph hound, yeah He's got 60 yes-men and they tend to agree There's a long black book without any eyes He's got my number but he's got your size, yeah And if you measure up then a sure trick'll be wise Just turn the light off when you go (he hates the dark) Just tell the jury all you know (was just a lark) We'll send a sign to you over the sea There goes the maven, sowing his seed One for the rock, one for the hand that feeds, yeah He reaps the harvest with his sleight of hand Just say the magic word and he's at your side Beware his tender touch, his plans are chilly and wide, yeah Sleeps through the winter in a white quiet land Here is the maven, draining the cup He takes your arm and then he eats you up, yeah There is a surfeit of everything you crave Here is the maven, signing the check He bought us dinner so what the fucking heck, yeah There is a surplus of everything you save |
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