| We waltzed this waltz for ages
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| You’re jitterbug contagious
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| You’re so good to me
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| But nothing that you do
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| Will make me happy
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| All the pretty ladies
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| Lizards struck with rabies
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| We send them out to sea
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| Nothing to distract us from our dailies
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| We’re like lovers in the third ring of hell
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| We’ve uncovered the ball of the belle
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| You really gots to meet her
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| The master’s Margarita
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| She got the devil’s heart
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| Then she was arrested for the private part
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| The poor professor lacks
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| His head is on the tracks
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| By a carvery
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| The prince had it gilded and he toasted me
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| We’re like lovers in the third ring of hell
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| We’ve uncovered the ball of the belle
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| It’s a dash
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| It’s a dot
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| With a pussy cat on top
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| When the cat rides for free
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| This is Russian LSD
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| The ink has dried on the future
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| But you can’t predict the past
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| And if it’s been written down
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| You can almost guarantee it won’t last
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| They kept the truth in cages
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| And they offered up the wine
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| If you just watch the dancing
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| While god walks past your eyes
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| You’ll be fine
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| We’re like lovers in the third ring of hell
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| We’ve uncovered the ball of the belle
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| It’s a dash
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| It’s a dot
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| With a pussy cat on top
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| When the cat rides for free
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| This is Russian LSD |