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By smirking prank of fate |
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We find ourselves dancing late |
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Like young reprobates |
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By the milky light of the mighty moon |
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Find someone to nuzzle to |
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And waltz from the room |
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Were all quiffed and cropped |
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This is our lot |
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We hold each other up heavy with hops |
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By smirking prank of fate |
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We wiggle and kick like bobbing bait |
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And wait for a bite |
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By the milky light of the mighty moon |
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Find someone to nuzzle to |
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And waltz from the room |
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Were all quiffed and cropped |
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This is our lot |
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We hold each other up heavy with hops |
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My darling, my dumpling |
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My plump hearts a thumping |
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Begging you to come to me |
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I couldn't be more ready |
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I couldn't be more ready |
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A glottal stop, bottled up |
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Waiting for the penny drop |
