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Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting |
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on the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting. |
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Orange order on a field of green. |
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Smothers me to smithereens. |
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Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing. |
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Jumping beans and brown eyes flashing. |
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Long hair swinging, tell me how d'you feel? |
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Well, hot and fancy, it's the habanero reel. |
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Troubled skin? Pour oil upon it. |
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She's fit to burn in her new Scotch Bonnet. |
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Spice up anybody's stew. |
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Frogs and goats and chickens too. |
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Barefoot in the sunshine. |
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Kicking empty beer cans down on the high tide line. |
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Big wave nearly float your dress away. |
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And I'm thinking that it's just another day: |
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just another day. |
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Feel that hot rush start its tickle. |
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Sweat is rising, taste buds prickle |
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with ears of bat and eye of eagle. |
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It's just as well it's strictly legal. |
