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It's a goodbye, cow-doll.
Have a turn that way.
The verb rhymes with rake, it,
my swoo: please help pet that pony-something.
My: please. & find you your way to a doorstep party.
That eyelet. Oh it drives me luscious. Oh it does.
Leaves me puddled more.
My my: please help pet that thing. She's hot
& heeled pink, as can be. Find you your way.
It's like somebody's got into the flour with you,
like somebody's playin' the radio fuzz.
See I'm only asking you
to tilt your wrist a bit to the blue.
I'm only asking because
remember how you sung it like so
in those squeaky tight shoes
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