| There’s something up with buttercups
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| Thin petals heed the warning
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| Does she know her friends are calling her?
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| A heads-up from the morning sun
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| Suggests she’s feeling cluttered up
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| Before she gets her singing done
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| I’d say rake in a holiday right away
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| We’ll take it up early to the runway
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| Before they get away
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| She says calm down, I’ll remember
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| So what if she’s not fessing up
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| How true to blue her lyrics come
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| The ones we’d like to hat ego love
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| Before they turn their backs on her
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| Let up your hands and clap for her
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| Seems easier for everyone
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| She says calm down
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| I’ll remember which ones they are, they are
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| Before December’s come and gone
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| It’s something of a problem some
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| To know her work is never done
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| She knows the season’s clocking her
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| If not for these good deeds she’s done
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| And words in notes she’s learned and sung
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| This need she leaves would never come
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| She says calm down
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| I’ll remember which ones they are, they are
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| Before December’s come and gone |