| It’s like the peasant to the king of ballet
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| I wore buttons
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| With a striped shirt with a rose
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| On the train snoring
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| Dreaming of balloon rides
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| And giant daisies
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| Giant gate keys to parties with themes
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| I was dressed as Matt Murdock
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| I had a whip
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| We’d skinny dip
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| On the properties
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| Listen to them songs from the 80s
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| When it was money and drug crazy
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| Cartoons, a hundred blue balloons
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| Filled the damn room
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| «Oh baby» was all I heard
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| The smell of grass could
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| I’m on the train and that’s my word
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| It’s the dream
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| When I’m in Paris
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| Wearing buttons
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| And goofy stripes
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| About the time I lived above a flower shop
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| And I could open up my window
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| When it rained and smell the roses
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| Taking double decker bus trips
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| With ex-patriot chicks
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| With perfume spritz
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| They got kicks
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| They had glowing friendships
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| Bags of laughs
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| We called ourselves the Black Giraffes
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| Group on tour to make the planet more pure
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| We stay in unison in the heat of the moment
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| With our hands in the middle
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| Like do
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| walking down
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| The stars light the whole globe
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| It’s chilly but it’s not cold
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| I’m but it’s not so
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| Fountains, stone benches
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| Violet coloured lenses
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| It’s not pretentious
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| We travel by the billion inches
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| From the holy land
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| To fifty crown bets on blackjack hands
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| We travelled the whole span
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| Boats in Venice
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| Steins of Guinness
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| Totally bliss
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| It’s DJ Crucial
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| Dirty Flamingo style
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| Serengeti
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| F5 Records
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| Came to bring the ruckus |