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Lets hear another song
About the girl who's seen it all
She was seventeen coming up on eighty
Let me tell you from the start
I'm gonna try to do my part
But this big old world does nothing, but escape me
With parting gifts and childish fits
My rubber soul is made of this
The comfort of my childhood bliss have made me
Cover up the dull inside
Become the apple of an eye
I'm gasping at the sight of eyes adoring, me