But she was nothin' like mother said she'd be. These things I say will not be delivered. Her blue looks sinister grey in this post mercy photograph. Or blistering blue. I can't tell you how much she loves you. Drinking coffee on the count of one and two she's dancing again. Thank goodness she kept her words warm in many places in case of emergency, sing her name. In case of emergency, sing her name.
(The prettiest girl you know)
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