| Sheba had nine lives that I could sleep in.
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| Sheba had the cutest little nose.
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| Sheba’s lips by Interflora. |
| Rollercoaster. |
| Lizard Lick.
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| She stings you like the 13th summer rose.
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| Sheba offers blind inviting alleys.
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| Sheba flutters two discerning eyes. |
| Twice unfocused. |
| Hokus pokus…
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| Witchy whispers on the wind… Come sail to me, it’s been so long. |
| Come
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| sail to me, it’s been so long. |
| Come sail to me, it’s been so long. |
| I’m
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| so lonesome I could die.
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| Like butterflies, we rode the breeze.
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| We read the stars and swam as Sheba coo-coo-cooed us from afar.
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| One single shining beacon on our Limited horizon.
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| We asked no bitter questions lest she sold us sugar lies.
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| And of course we died there on that stomy stormy night as Sheba
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| wimpered… wimpered…wimpered…
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| Come sail to me, it’s been so long. |
| Come sail to me, it’s been so long.
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| I’m so lonesome I could die. |