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I’ve got a bike. you can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.
I’ve got a cloak. it’s a bit of a joke.
There’s a tear up the front. it’s red and black.
I’ve had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn’t got a house.
I don’t know why. I call him gerald.
He’s getting rather old, but he’s a good mouse.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.
I’ve got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. they’re on the dish.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. most of them are clockwork.
Let’s go into the other room and make them work.
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