You know, and I know, my clone sleeps alone.
She's out on her own forever.
She's programmed to work hard.
She's never profane.
She won't go insane.
Not ever.
No B.D.
No cancer.
On TV's The Answer.
No father, no mother.
She's just like the other.
And you know, and I know, my clone sleeps alone.
No B.D.
No cancer.










My clone, but yours cannot see.
There's no way to be in heaven.
No sorrow, no heartache.
Just clone homily.
So obviously, it's heaven.
No naughty, no ladies.
Unloud in the 80s.
No bedding.
No *** games.
Just clone names and clone games.
And you know, and I know, my clone sleeps alone.
Before he existed, the cloning began.
The cloning of man and woman.
When we're gone.
They're gone, they'll live on, cloned and believed
It's mandatory in heaven
But they won't remember, forever be tender
No loving, no caring, no programme for pairing
No BD, no cancer, on TV's the answer
No father, no mother, she's just like the other
No, no big lone ladies allowed in the 80s
And you know and I know
My clone sleeps enough
My clone sleeps enough
My clone sleeps enough
My clone sleeps enough