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Had a bit part, an endless reel |
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It always played in slo-mo |
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But now it's fast, a spinning wheel |
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I know the dynamo, my heart is cast |
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Speedy Marie, ahead of the now |
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She's better built that's how |
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She's built for speed |
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Speedy Marie, Speedy Marie |
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Oh, yes indeed, I said to me |
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And so I sing this romaunt |
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It's not enough, my liberty |
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There is a thing I want, I need, I love |
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Speedy Marie, ahead of the now |
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She's better built that's how |
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She's built for speed |
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Speedy Marie, Speedy Marie |
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Juxtaposed in each moment's sight |
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Everything that I ever saw and my one delight |
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Nothing can strike me in such awe |
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Mouth intricates, shapes the voice that speaks |
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Always it will soothe |
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Rarer none are the precious cheeks |
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Is the size of each sculpted tooth |
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Each lip and each eye |
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Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought |
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And softest neck where always do I |
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Lay my clumsy thoughts, she is that most lovely art |
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Happy are my mind and my soul and my heart |
