| I was once out strolling one very hot summer’s day
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| When I thought I’d lay myself down to rest
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| In a big field of tall grass
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| I laid there in the sun and felt it caressing my face
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| As I fell asleep and dreamed
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| I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
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| And that I was the star of the movie
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| This really blew my mind
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| The fact that me an overfed long haired leaping gnome
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| Should be the star of a Hollywood movie
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| But there I was
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| I was taken to a place
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| The hall of the mountain kings
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| I stood high by the mountain tops
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| Naked to the world
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| In front of
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| Every kind of girl
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| There was long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones
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| Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones
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| Out of the middle, came a lady
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| She whispered in my ear
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| Something crazy
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| She said…
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| Spill the wine, take that pearl
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| Spill the wine, take that pearl
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| Spill the wine, take that pearl
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| Spill the wine, take that pearl
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| I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
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| As she disappeared, but soon she returned
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| In her hand was a bottle of wine
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| In the other a glass
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| She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
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| And raised it to her lips
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| And just before she drank it, she said
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| Spill the wine, take that pearl
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| Spill the wine, take that pearl
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| Spill the wine, take that pearl
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| Spill the wine, take that pearl
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| It’s on girl, all you gotta do is spill that wine
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| Spill that wine, let me feel, let me feel hot, yeah! |
| yeah!
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| Spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine
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| Spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine
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| Take that pearl! |