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Oh dear, you are the water, |
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And I lower myself into your water, |
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Like a mealy-mouthed calf that is suckered to the slaughter |
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Like a green serpent coiled upon the breast of your daughter |
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Oh did you ever think of the twice-cursed night? |
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Oh dear you are the water? |
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And I lower myself into your water, |
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Like a mealy-mouthed calf that is suckered to the slaughter, |
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Like a prescription prescribed by the doctor who lives within the |
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Palisades of rain, oh I kiss you on the corner of your eye, |
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Between the masthead horizon and the suicide sway of the rustling rye |
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Oh I kiss you in the corner when you're dry |
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Though the boats of Hong Kong do stockade London, |
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Oh I kiss you in the corner when we're dry |
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Though Sharon you sing for your pardon, |
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Did you ever sing on the twice-cursed night, |
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Did you ever suck on the teat of what was white, |
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Hold on and hold on and hold all along |
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To the B's and the breeze |
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Oh B Oh B Oh B |
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When you bottom the boats, the weeds deign to sigh, |
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But the Admirals "chicken," the General's "chicken" |
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How painful they rise. |
