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You fog up my lenses, like a night in a sauna,
Like a glimpse of Miss August, like the steam from your tea,
Like a dip in a river, like a hot summer steambath,
You fog up my lenses, your breath’s like a dog’s.
Jon, won’t you brush them? Let me give my Certs to you.
Let me recommend flossing, let me buy you some Crest,
Let me call up a dentist, let me schedule a cleaning,
Come let me help you, but come not too near.
You fog up my lenses, like a night in a sauna,
Like a glimpse of Miss August, like the steam from your tea,
Like a dip in a river, like a hot summer steambath,
You fog up my lenses, your breath’s like a dog’s.
(Fade)
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