| You have a heart and I have a key
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| Lie back and let me unlock you
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| Those heathens you hang with down by the sea
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| All they want to do is defrock you
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| I know a river, where we can dream
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| It will swell up, burst it’s banks,
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| babe, and rock you
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| But if you’re gonna dine with them cannibals
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| Sooner or later, darling, you’re gonna get eaten
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| But I’m glad you’ve come around
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| here with your animals
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| And your heart that is bruised but unbeaten
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| And beating like a drum
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| I will sit like a bird on a fence
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| Sing you songs with a happy ending
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| Swoop down and tell you that it don’t make sense
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| To attack the very thing you’re defending
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| Didn’t I just buy that dress for you?
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| That pink paper pinafore that you keep mending
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| Well, if you’re gonna dine with the cannibals
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| Sooner or later, darling, you’re gonna get eaten
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| But I’m glad you’ve come around
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| here with your animals
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| And your heart that is banging and beating
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| And banging like a gong
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| I can see that they’ve hurt you, dear
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| Here is some moonlight to cloak us And I will never desert you here
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| Unpetaled among the crocus
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| Allow me, my love, to allay your fear
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| As I swim, in and out of focus
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| But if you’re gonna dine with the cannibals
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| Sooner or later, darling, you’re gonna get eaten
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| But I’m glad you’ve come around
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| here with your animals
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| And your heart that is bruised but bleating
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| And bleeding like a lamb
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| Banging like a gong
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| Beating like a drum |