| Manilla was a crude machine who’d taken his fair share
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| He gobbled up the world he owned as petals paved his stairs
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| Manilla thanked the very moon for money and his life
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| He trifled nothing miniscule including one, his wife
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| Leora, his arranged wife, did not need his greed
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| She asked the stars, the very moon, to one day cross the sea
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| Manilla gazed an empty stare nothing there could grow
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| She cherished dreams of flying high and leaving him below
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| Leora stands on her head
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| Doin' the two step on her hands
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| As her eyes move round the room
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| To catch somone watching
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| Leora stands on her head
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| Doin' the two step on her hands
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| Underneath the very moon
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| That each one was watching
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| Manilla wanted worldly things and everything he’d have
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| He built castles, moats, battleships and troops in iron clad
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| Manilla heard Mulberry’s name under the very moon
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| His troops went running the next day to find the air balloon
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| Leora, his arranged wife, cooked the men a feast
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| And cleaned herself up solemnly before she faced the beast
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| That night she asked the very moon was this her fate to be At lunch she met the flying man whose airships crossed the sea
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| Leora stands on her head
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| Doin' the two step on her hands
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| As her eyes move round the room
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| To catch somone watching
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| Leora stands on her head
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| Doin' the two step on her hands
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| Underneath the very moon
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| That each one was watching |