(Verlaine)
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She bought a wig
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It was all scrunched up
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Then she put it right on my shoe.
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You're a crocodile,
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That's what you are,
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With a crooked smile
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That I like so much,
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You know I just can't think
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No I just can't think
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But I like the things we do
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My partner in dismay
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You don't have to feel this way,
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Maybe she'll walk out on this tune,
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This tune
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This tune
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No doubt one night the statues start to walk,
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And maybe talk a little too,
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We could run right out
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And paint them green and gold
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My partner in dismay
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Don't like to feel this way,
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Maybe she'll walk out on this tune,
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This tune
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This tune
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Magic, just last night,
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In a dream of course,
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So sweet, you touched my knee,
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I can't tell you now how good that felt
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My partner in dismay
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Don't like to feel this way,
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Maybe she'll walk out on this tune,
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This tune
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This tune
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My partner in dismay
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Don't like to feel this way,
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Maybe she'll walk out on this tune,
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This tune
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This tune
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This Tune
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