| Walk up the driveway endlessly curving
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| Go through the front door, it’s so inviting
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| Baronial great hall once so exciting
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| Haunted by shadows faces in hiding
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| Chair by the fire, I feel a tremor
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| Silent reminder you used to be there
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| You are the princess, my wand doth wake you
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| Fantasy playmate candlelight lover
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| Teasing in French lace, exotic promise
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| So undemanding, yet understanding
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| Each wall a picture some of his best work
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| Delicate touches, they’re simply charming
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| Coffee table culture full color pages
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| Props archetypal floral arrangement
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| Stereogram cabinet, walnut veneer
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| True reproduction no one can hear
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| Tiger skin rug love I stroke you bite me
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| Executive leather upholstered tightly
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| Bar in the next room, cocktails at seven
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| Soft lights, sweet music lounge through eleven
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| Let’s walk in the garden, French windows open
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| Patio paving concrete and crazy
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| Roses in blossom, they’re doing well this year
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| Geranium pattern shrub topiary
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| Lie on your lush lawns, waterfall bubbles
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| Drink at my fountain, forget all your troubles |