Tilt your stupid head, go ahead
Lie with all your teeth beneath
with upper ones in a smile, puerile
and i won't say a word, my bird
We will, but not for long, get along
One day the shine will exhaust, and lost
One bag will pack, from the empty rack
and i'll then never be seen, my queen
I hope you understand, this rant
Its just that when i'm not near, i fear
that you will look and will be shook
that you, of this future cold, I never told
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