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Wishy WashyI got a place with a viewYou can see the cars As they travel down the freeway To clubs and bars There's a woman downstairs With matt-grey hair An' she smiles when she tells me There's no room for me here They've got it in the city They've got it in the country But here in the suburbs It's all so wishy-washy It's all so wishy-washy I got another place This time with a fireplace An' a woman can come around Write poetry and feel safe I said it's good for me now But I'm not being fed I said it's good for me now But I'm not being fed |