There'll be like a ball, like an old dance, no truth of the mall, but whatever you call

that you can rest of your show the world will dance on your brain.

Yeah, it'll be like a holl, a hog gang with about the ground side of your way can never stop you in

and come food. You never knew how to behave

But you gang was done because you'll be gone

Bring the family alone

Fight a spot on the lawn and play this song

Over the FD.

Dancing on your race

The day that we all have been waiting for,

This is the calm, we pray

Dancing all your tray,

The food and dow can be thrown away,

At least the one for this name

You'll get out of when your name get scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations

This is what they will say

If you're tired for your huddling masses

Let your glasses shake your grasses

Stella brain I'll Poppy dance on your way

Dancing on your brain

The glorious twos don't you tell it

As here you came in praise

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