Lyrics

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Billy Tuesday was the son of the mayor
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Had slate gray eyes and blonde curly hair
Wrote songs about love to his sweet Mary Sue
But oh Billy she's not attracted to you

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He spent summers out in his father's lake house
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With Renaissance poets who died for their love
He spent years chasing love, but his luck ran aground
Like the silly dead poets who died for their love
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I wonder if he'll ever understand

That the poets had the wrong idea
But in esteem he holds them dear
Love'll find you out some day
If you don't go and chase it away


© Sean Nolan