Is it me,
or is it you,
where for art thou,
is it true,
am I in front,
or is it you,
who knows,
lets give it a poke,
maybe it broke,
I am in front and you behind,
do you think I am unkind,
standing there ready to choke,
all because of the smoke,
what do you see,
is it life,
or people in strife,
so stand up and be my wife,
if you do its for life.
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