| We skipped the light fandango
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| Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
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| I was feeling kinda seasick
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| But the crowd called out for more
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| The room was humming harder
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| As the ceiling flew away
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| When we called out for another drink
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| The waiter brought a tray
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| And so it was that later
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| As the miller told his tale
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| That her face, at first just ghostly
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| Turned a whiter shade of pale
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| She said, 'There is no reason
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| And the truth is plain to see.'
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| But I wandered through my playing cards
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| And would not let her be
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| One of sixteen vestal virgins
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| Who were leaving for the coast
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| And although my eyes were open
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| They might have just as well've been closed
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| She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
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| Though in truth we were at sea
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| So I took her by the looking glass
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| And forced her to agree
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| Saying, 'You must be the mermaid
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| Who took Neptune for a ride.'
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| But she smiled at me so sadly
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| That my anger straightway died
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| If music be the food of love
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| Then laughter is its queen
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| And likewise if behind is in front
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| Then dirt in truth is clean
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| My mouth by then like cardboard
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| Seemed to slip straight through my head
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| So we crash-dived straightway quickly
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| And attacked the ocean bed |