I can’t see your face
Behind those tulips….
Well now,
I can’t see your heart
Behind your face…
And now of course,
The same troubles with your soul,
Behind your heart,
….perhaps we’re too young,
Ohh Miss,
Fetch me those tulips again,
On second thought they complimented your face
Quite well.
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