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Feel the fibers forgive me what did you say.
This is all so new but i think we're ok.
Poke a pose in the mirror now you're prinked and pruned.
Now we pitter patter past your parent's room.
I know what's weathered white is bright and breathing.
Dance around in circles there are no walls.
I know today tonight tomorrow till then i'll make the moment.
du du du du
du du du du
Maybe bebop or ragtime tell a story too.
These old records are coolest of the new.
Sugar puts on a show and she sings a song.
If we hear a noise we'll put our clothes back on.
I know what's weathered white is bright and breathing.
Dance around in circles there are no walls.
I know today tonight tomorrow till then i'll make the moment.
du du du du
du du du du
I know what's weathered white is bright and breathing.
Dance around in circles there are no walls.
I know today tonight tomorrow till then i'll make the moment.
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