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I will not talk of dead men's rooms and tombs
Oh, they always bother me
But then ride over every Roy and Dale
Yes, I know you tell a pink Stainless tail
The first stroke of twelve sounds like exactly what
Ah, two rodents sneaking through a–a trapdoor shut
And though nothing will ever be quite like the Holy Grail
I know that you will always tell a pink stainless tail
Red days follow red and green, green
And sometimes it makes me think of you as mother queen
And I sit and I wait for all my mail
Hearing you repeat the pink stainless tail
Seven guests are quiet now, and now not half so much
The only thing that I can think is how it feels to touch
Your creamy self as you continue without fail (without fail)
You speak soft of a black pink stainless tail
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