Letras:Bishop Allen. Shanghaied.

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It was a cryptic conversation.
Suddenly, I'm rolling in the dirt.
I try and stumble down the passageway, my head thundering with hurt.
And my condolence to your boyfriend, taken by this penny-ante scam.
Pretty soon he will be leaving for where I am.
La la la la la la la la la Shanghaied.
It was an endless filibuster.
Everything was said and nothing done.
I left there confident in victory, counting out the arguments I'd won.
I contemplate the unexpected, staring at my hands upon the oar.
I guess it was my inclination to hope for more.
La la la la la la la la la. Shanghaied.
La la la la la la la la la. Shanghaied.