Jazz music and Saxophone,
call me at this number,
call me at this phone.
There is nothing,
that to comment on,
and winning prize,
for early birds.
The shopping mall opens early,
and closes late
Jazz music and chocolate
mocha biscuits over your plate.
Did you get what you wanted?
The big sun over the AC glass wall says.. yes!
So,
run, home run home
call me at this number,
call me at this phone.
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