Ping-chan Approximately {Queen Jane Approximately}

When your user sends back all your invitations
And his friend's paranoia began
And you're finding some raving as a temptation
Won't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

Now when all the Sony coders want back what they have lent you
And their hardware is all that remains
And all your classmates start to resent you
Won't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

Now when all the games that you have been playing
Are all reset or foregone
And your memory seems to be fraying
Won't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

When that red-headed fool makes those faces
And he's sure that you're some sort of demon
You try to throw his innards to all sorts of places
Won't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

Now when the owner whose attention you asked for
Only mopes 'bout Kimiko and complains
And you want somebody you don't have to beg for
Won't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

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