| She was a living doll
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| The rainbow in one eye
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| And the other
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| Bluer than the bluest sky
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| This fairy took a stroll among the strawberries
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| To have some breakfast with the fellow fairies
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| «Some rose petal stew
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| And a drop of morning dew
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| That’ll do,»
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| She contemplated
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| Slightly irritated
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| About her frustration
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| Towards creation
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| Being ethereal
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| Could drive her hysterical
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| Particularly since she has a physical
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| Appetite
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| Then this punk came by
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| And she said, «Hi»
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| His neon hair stood upright
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| And shades hid his eyes against the light
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| The pins piercing his skin
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| Expressed the state he was in
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| But something was very alive in his pants
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| And he took it out with both hands
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| «I'll fuck you fairy,» he said
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| «Right here in the fucking strawberry bed
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| Lick my dick!» |
| he insisted
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| Her ethereal mind was totally twisted
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| Right out of her head
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| «Good golly, I’m getting rather wet
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| But, is this all I’m gonna get?
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| Hardly more than a drop of morning dew!
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| I didn’t really come, how about you?»
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| But the punk was on his way
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| And in the fairy forest the fairy had to stay
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| And like many of us, with herself she had to play
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| For the remainder of this exciting, wonderful, this very day |