| My mother calls it gypsy lifting
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| I’m going to get a bag
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| The wind is just right
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| And the violets think so too
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| I think I spy a chat
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| Making a poo
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| I’d like to gypsy-lift the stars
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| And send one out to you
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| You, who are you
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| Someone with no dandruff
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| Perhaps brown eyes a derelict
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| A dandy
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| I’m out shopping in my canoe
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| Finger frolicking the fireflies
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| Finger fucking firewood
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| Spying on the masturbating snails
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| Hollyhocks and cat tails
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| Boneless jelly fish and whales
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| Perhaps I’ll meet you then
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| On the decadent horizon
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| Where young lovers lock lips
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| Looking at the lockness monster
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| Phooey, phooey, hence cabluey
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| Gypsying-lifting on a hand stand
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| Little fawny, dawn-lit and scrawny
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| Daryl, Jordan, Henry and Johnny
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| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| You tear me apart
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| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart
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| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| You tear me apart
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| (Buttermilk molasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart
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| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| You tear me apart
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| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart
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| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| You tear me apart
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| (Buttermilk molasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart
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| It’s just me the chimney sweep
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| Little bo-peep
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| Tending to her sheep
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| Eating her curds and whey
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| Daryl Hanna, get a grip
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| It’s only the first season
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| Of the end of your career
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| Nightmares and dreams
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| Harlequins and queens
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| Who is my truest love
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| Don’t make me take my finger out
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| And point it in your direction
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| The bible tells me so
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| Gee wiz
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| He’s out shopping in the trees again
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| Moss on trees, moss on trees, moss on trees
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| Broken branches, avalanches
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| Who’s got the keys to my jeep
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| Who’s got the code to the condo of my soul
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| Out robbing graves again like Marilyn Manson
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| I’ll admit I’m popular amongst the ivies and the ferns
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| Can’t say if the felines took to me
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| Out robbing graves again like Marilyn Manson
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| Un beso, un beso
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| You tear me apart
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart
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| Un beso, un beso
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| You tear me apart
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart
|
| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| You tear me apart
|
| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart
|
| (Buttermilk molasses, sugar tooth and grasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| You tear me apart
|
| (Buttermilk molasses)
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart
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| Un beso, un beso (un beso, un beso)
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| You tear me apart
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| Un beso, un beso
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| Your palm on my heart |