By smirking prank of fate
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we find ourselves dancing late
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like young reprobates
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By the milky light of the mighty moon
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find someone to nuzzle to
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and waltz from the room
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We¡¯re all quiffed and cropped
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this is our lot
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we hold each other up heavy with hops
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By smirking prank of fate we wiggle and kick like bobbing bate
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and wait for a bite
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By the milky light of the mighty moon
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find someone to nuzzle to
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and waltz from the room
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We¡¯re all quiffed and cropped
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this is our lot
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we hold each other up heavy with hops
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My darling
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my dumpling
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my plump hearts a¡¯ thumping- begging you to come to me
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I couldn¡¯t be more ready
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I COULDN¡¯T BE MORE READY
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A glottal stop
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Bottled up
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Waiting for the penny drop
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This Is Our Lot
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| Wild Beasts |
