| She had that
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| Camarillo brillo
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| Flamin' out along her head
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| I mean her Mendocino bean-o
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| By where some bugs had made it red
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| She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
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| And every newt in Idaho
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| And every cricket who had chorused
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| By the bush in Buffalo
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| She said she was
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| A Magic Mama
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| And she could throw a mean Tarot
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| And carried on without a comma
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| That she was someone I should know
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| She had a snake for a pet
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| And an amulet
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| And she was breeding a dwarf
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| But she wasn’t done yet
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| She had gray-green skin
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| A doll with a pin
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| I told her she was awright
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| But I couldn’t come in
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| (I couldn’t come in right then. . .)
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| And so she wandered
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| Through the door-way
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| Just like a shadow from the tomb
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| She said her stereo was four-way
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| An' I’d just love it in her room
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| Well, I was born
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| To have adventure
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| So I just followed up the steps
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| Right past her fuming incense stencher
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| To where she hung her castanets
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| She stripped away
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| Her rancid poncho
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| An' laid out naked by the door
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| We did it till we were un-concho
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| An' it was useless any more
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| She had a snake for a pet
|
| And an amulet
|
| And she was breeding a dwarf
|
| But she wasn’t done yet
|
| She had gray-green skin
|
| A doll with a pin
|
| I told her she was awright
|
| But I couldn’t come in
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| (actually, I was very busy then)
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| And so she wandered
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| Through the door-way
|
| Just like a shadow from the tomb
|
| She said her stereo was four-way
|
| An' I’d just love it in her room
|
| Well, I was born
|
| To have adventure
|
| So I just followed up the steps
|
| Right past her fuming incense stencher
|
| To where she hung her castanets
|
| She said she was
|
| A Magic Mama
|
| And she could throw a mean Tarot
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| And carried on without a comma
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| That she was someone I should know
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| (Is that a real poncho. .. I mean
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| Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
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| Hmmm. |
| .. no foolin'. |
| . |
| .) |