| I woke alone, put on my coat, ran for the door |
| Down the stairs, and made it to the second floor |
| Stopped by the squeaky wheel, a smiling swine |
| Stunned by the sight and fearing what's behind |
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| "Hey there", he pleasantly began |
| "Good day", he telescoped his hand |
| "Is there a service I can possibly propose?" |
| "Ms. Leading seems to me to be a proper butterfly" |
| "Then I suggest you pack your bags and learn to drive" |
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| Tucked in my shirt and finally made my way outside |
| He broke the scene, a Machiavellian dandelion |
| Blissfully plucked from the bloom of another |
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| But all the while, she was still fresh in my mind |
| And though it might be premature |
| But ambition strikes just when the mood is right |
| The mood is right |
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| Now all the while (now all the while) |
| She is still fresh in my mind (she's fresh in my mind) |
| And though it might be premature |
| But ambition strikes just when the mood is right |
| The mood is right |
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| Now all the while (now all the while) |
| She is still stuck in my mind (she's stuck in my mind) |
| And though it might sound premature |
| But ambition strikes me when the mood is right (the mood is right) |
| And the mood is right (the mood is right) |
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| Now all the while (now all the while) |
| She is still stuck in my mind (she's stuck in my mind) |
| And though it might sound premature |
| But ambition strikes me when the mood is right (the mood is right) |
| And the mood is right |
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