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Penelope shoot the apple off my head
I need to go to the store
To get some sleep
Because I've run out of sleep
The row boat came so David stopped arguing with a mime
And waved his arms like wheat
But when he tried to speak
The Prince of Plum fell through the roof of his mouth and handed David an envelope
Inside was a letter
That read "sir, you were given this envelope by mistake please disregard it."
Nicolynn shoot the candle off my head
I need to go to the store
I need to go to the store
To get some sleep
Because I've run out of sleep
The row boat came so David stopped arguing with a mime
And waved his arms like wheat
But when he tried to speak
The Prince of Plum fell through the roof of his mouth and handed David an envelope
Inside was a letter
That read "sir, you were given this envelope by mistake please disregard it."
Nicolynn shoot the candle off my head
I need to go to the store
To get some beets
To rub all over my feet
Andy's joke reminded Gerard
That his sloth balloon was owned by Turkish moths
Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent him out on business
Giving his word that he would keep it locked in the safe
But it was all deceit
Cause once he had the sloth balloon
He traded it
To the moths for
A lithograph of "Lady Lamenting On A Lawn Chair"
What interested Balabanoba was building complicated French machines designed to better enjoy the duchess
To rub all over my feet
Andy's joke reminded Gerard
That his sloth balloon was owned by Turkish moths
Gerard's Lebanese boss had sent him out on business
Giving his word that he would keep it locked in the safe
But it was all deceit
Cause once he had the sloth balloon
He traded it
To the moths for
A lithograph of "Lady Lamenting On A Lawn Chair"
What interested Balabanoba was building complicated French machines designed to better enjoy the duchess
And she him
He helps her in the stirrups then he straps himself in
They spend their days in heights of ecstasy
But wait
Why then does she look so sad?
Why is her countenance so glum?
Does she tire of mechanical hands
Or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum?
Lulubird shoot the doorbell off my head
I need to go to the store
To get some treats
For Gothe, Becket and Keates
The characters of the "Gay Parade" formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King
But whenever they sing all postal workers simultaneously whisper to themselves the word calendar
He helps her in the stirrups then he straps himself in
They spend their days in heights of ecstasy
But wait
Why then does she look so sad?
Why is her countenance so glum?
Does she tire of mechanical hands
Or is she pining for the fair Prince of Plum?
Lulubird shoot the doorbell off my head
I need to go to the store
To get some treats
For Gothe, Becket and Keates
The characters of the "Gay Parade" formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King
But whenever they sing all postal workers simultaneously whisper to themselves the word calendar
Calendar...
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