"Some velvet morning when I'm straight, I'm gonna open up your gate. And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra and how she gave me life and how she did me in" has got to be the most muddleheaded lyrical nonsense since someone left a cake out in the rain. Waste of a good rhyme scheme and piece of cake, too. On the other hand, it's a damn fine slice of misterioso.
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