| He came with his friends, in a caravan
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| To witness the governor’s ball
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| Sat by himself on a cool patch of grass
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| While the rest stood like bricks in a wall
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| The stage it looked like a vending machine
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| The singer, a black Barbie doll
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| But it was well light, and well managed
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| Said our property, would be damaged
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| Until his boredom, took full advantage
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| Of it all
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| Talk to a girl, with 'eyes
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| Who said she had jewelry to sell
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| First he said no thanks, then he realized
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| That he wasn’t feeling that well
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| And he took what she held looked like pieces of sky
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| And a garnet like teardrops from hell
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| She offered, him a necklace,
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| And he wanted to accept it But it would end up, too expensive, he could tell
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| Then she said:
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| «Why not?
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| What have you got, to lose, to lose?»
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| When he never came back,
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| And the curve you have …
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| His friends searched the fair grounds for clues
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| But security guard with a maniacal laugh
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| Said it’s always the leader you lose
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| And he finally turned up in the broad light of day
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| With a black eye as big as the moon
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| They all asked him, what had happened
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| Was it real or imagined?
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| Why on earth had he abandon them so soon?
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| And he said:
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| «Why not?
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| I do what I’ve got, to do,
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| It’s what you do» |