Birdhouse in your soul / They Might be Giants

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I have rented a white van and I pick Jennifer up in it, tan and beautiful, smiling a dimple, her hair light, short and kinked. This is the biggest chance she’s ever taken, probably, and the biggest chance I’ve ever taken, probably. We’ll use the van to move my stuff to Steve Weinstein’s apartment and Jennifer’s stuff to Wendy’d place on Purdue. There is a fountain at Santa Monica and Wilshire, and waiting for the light to change it gargles.