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She's a beauty queen
My sweet bean bag in the street
Take it down to the laundry scene
Don't know why she's in my hand
Can't figure what it is
But I lie again
I got me some horses
To ride on, To ride on
They say that your demons
Can't go there, so I got me some horses
To ride on, To ride on
As longs as your army
Keeps perfectly still
And maybe I'll find me a sailor
A tailor, and maybe together
We'll make mother well
So I got me some horses
To ride on, To ride on
As long as your army
Keeps perfectly still
You showed me the meadow
And Milkwood, and Silkwood
And you would if I would
But you never would
So I chased down your posies
Your pansises in my hosies
Then opened my hands
And they were empty then
Off with Superfly, sniffing a Sharpiepen
Honey, it's Bill and Ben
Off with Superfly, counting your bees
Oh me, honey like one, two, three
The camera is rolling, it's easy
Like one, two, three
And if there is a way to find you
I will find you, but will you find me
If Neil makes me a tree, an afro,
A pharoh, I can't go - you said so, and threads that are golden don't break easily |
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