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Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me |
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And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte |
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Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while |
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'Til your hair becomes a powdered wig |
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And I become a total bastard |
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Feet that hardly reach the pedal |
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Sewn to a tremendous shadow |
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Ave, ave, history is on my side |
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So complain have no shame |
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And remember that your brother is a boy |
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Though it seems the stakes contain some integrity |
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We all feel it still is based on good old intrigue |
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Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while |
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You may have to use your hips as fodder |
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Still putting your best foot forward |
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Madame didn't stack the cupboard ended up like Mother Hubbard |
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Ave, but hey, history is still a game |
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So complain have no shame and remember that round one has just been played |
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And you are poised for centuries to claim |
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Follow examples from no longer a choice |
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The world be just a ball to pass or gaze upon |
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And one more thing |
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Before we go on again |
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Let's end this maze |
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Keep out the threat of a kid |
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Oh my little, little sister |
