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FREUDIAN SLIP
WRITER RAY STEVENS
Well, she was walking toward me in a tight red dress Looking like she just won a beauty contest I wanted so bad to make a good impression Using all the powers of articulate expression Then all the blood rushed out of my head And I can't be held responsible for what I said 'Cause what I meant to say was... "I'd be honored to reveal to you some aspects of our fair metropolis that a lady of your obvious sophistication might find extremely stimulating." What slipped out was... "(blabbering) Wanna see my pet frog?" CHORUS: Freudian slip (a slip of the tongue) My brain does a flip (and I come undone) My tongue starts to trip (all over my words) And they come out of my lips (like something you never heard) In my desperate attempts to be cool I try to be hip, and I'm a blabbering fool What I mean to say is poetic But what comes out is just pathetic (blabbering) No time for regrets -- hey, what are you gonna do 'Cause the very next day I had a job interview But then came the shocker and I don't mean maybe The personnel director was the very same lady I thought, here's my chance to turn it all around I'll dazzle her by saying something profound And what I meant to say was... "I'm quite confident that I have the educational qualifications and the inherent sensitivity to become an indispensible asset to your establishment." What slipped out was... "(blabbering) Would you sign my arm?" (REPEAT CHORUS TWICE)
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