| I’ve only ever seen her name on a spine
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| But that’s enough, I want to make her mine
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| Never heard her voice, never seen her smile
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| But I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton…
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| Well she’s a poet, just like I want to be
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| But her passport alone is great poetry
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| And I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton
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| She got more assonance than she knows what to do with
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| I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton
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| She got two sibilants, no bilabial plosives
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| Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton. |
| Yeah! |
| Right!
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| Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton
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| Saskia, Saskia, Saskia Hamilton
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| Already got a girl but she sounds real bad
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| I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton
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| She got alliteration and her surname is Dagg
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| No hard consonants in my girl Saskia
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| Every single syllable sounds like Shakespeare
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| I’m in love with Saskia Hamilton
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| Gonna live with her and it’ll all be harmonious
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| How could it not be, when she’s that euphonious?
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| Gonna marry her and it’ll all be idyllic
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| AND MY TEACHER JUST TOLD ME THAT SHE’S DACTYLIC!
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| Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton. |
| Yeah! |
| Right!
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| Saskia Hamilton, Saskia Hamilton
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| Saskia, Saskia, Saskia Hamilton |