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When God gave out rhythm
Sure was good to you
You can add, subtract, multiply and divide by two
I know today’s your birthday and I did not buy no rose
But I wrote this song and instead I call it, popsicle toes
Popsicle toes
Popsicle toes are always froze
Popsicle toes
You’re so brave to expose all those popsicle toes
You must have been mr. olympian
With all that amplitude
How come you always load your pentax when I am in the nude
We are to have a birthday party and you can wear your birthday cloths
Then we can hit the floor and go explore those popsicle toes
You’ve got the nicest north of america
This sailor ever saw
I like to feel your warm brazil and touch your panama
But tierra del fuegos are nearly always froze
We’ve got to seesaw until we un-thaw those popsicle toes
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Lyrics: Diana Krall
