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Little Stallion, did I catch your eye? |
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Did I notice a limp |
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as you ascended the crystal stairs on the way |
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to your well appointed room? |
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Oh, little buck, why must you join the fisticuffs? |
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Why must you risk your slender wrists to the fray? |
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Toy piano tinklings punctuate your every step, |
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but lately your gait sounds a mess. |
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Oh, so many boys, so many boys, so many boys, |
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so many antlers to be tossed off. |
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Oh, so many pearls, so many pearls, so many pearls, |
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so many pearls to be polished off. |
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It's all over, all over, all over, my lovely little twist. |
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It's all over, all over, all over. |
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Your face is a mess. |
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So, now the hunted joins the pack, |
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hackles thrown and joins the fray, |
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ferreted out the weak one. |
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"Say my name. Say my name." |
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...corralled from the parade route |
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(stupid spats and stupid curls) |
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with promises of princely things, |
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promises of polished pearls. |
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So, now the hunted joins the pack. |
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Rubber knives cut the air, |
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sends vibrations through glass jaws. |
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Little Stallion, did I see you there? |
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Send the matadors to their goring. |
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Raise the flag, it's all in the wrist. |
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All holes but no glory. |
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It will soon be over, my little twist. |
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It's all over, all over, all over. |
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It's all over, all over, all over. |
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So many boys, so many boys, so many boys, |
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so many antlers to be tossed off. |
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Oh, so many pearls, so many pearls, so many pearls, |
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so many pearls to be polished off. |
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It's all over, all over, all over, |
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my lovely, little twist. |
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It's all over, all over, all over. |
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Your face is a mess |
