at the theater, I did meet her
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and the show was whimsical and sublime
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I'm in tatters, nothing matters
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till I grasp a big disaster like a mime
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she's got the squeegee on the ouija
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she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
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don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
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you can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime
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in the first act, there was a jester
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with an apple and a mango and some wine
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he flung the ice-cube, he was so rude
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and he jousted with the flaming haughy dog (???)
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she's got the squeegee on the ouija
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she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
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don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
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you can cheese me anytime, it's not a crime
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in the courtyard, there was a large cube of lard
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with decorations all around
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there was a bandit, we couldn't stand it
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he was sniffing the cube like a hound
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she's got the squeegee on the ouija
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she can squeeze me, she can please me anytime
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don't disease me, don't you sneeze me
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oh yeah
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Whimsical Actress
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| Beck |
