I want it new
Really new
Not fairly used
Not second buyer
Not the ones passed down
I want it new
But love to be the first to taste
The salt of the new
The aroma of the new
The feelings of the new
I want it new
Old is what I get
New is what I see
New in the day
New in the night
I want it new
Nothing can replace it
New is new!
New is what I want
New is what I love
I want it new
Give it to me
Do so I plead
Do not make me the second
Do not give me the fairly used
I want it new
That is all I need
No one likes it old
Not the second
Not even the best of the used
I want it new
Even the toothless cry for new and fresh
I want it new
I want it new
Give me the new and not the second!
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