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SAN FRANCISCO, JANUARY 8, 2002. In my dream about a former era, I was writing lyrics to a song, and when I woke, the lyrics were still in my mind. So I wrote them down. It was as if I had stepped out of a dream that took place in the 1920s and came back with a souvenir. Do these lyrics actually exist? Or did I truly dream them up? Maybe next: a flapper dress.

Two can can-can

—Toucan can’t.

Two can can-can

—Toucan can’t.

If I can can-can

You can can-can

Then two can can-can.

Shall we dance?

Two lips will kiss.

Tulips wilt

Two lips will kiss.

Tulips wilt.

If I may kiss you?

No, you can’t kiss me.

Two lips will kiss.

Two lips won’t.

Let’s be a twosome.

No, that’s too soon.

Let’s be a twosome.

No, that’s too soon.

If I take one step

You can take one step

We two can two-step

Right up the church steps.