Lady Antebellum
Swing your pretty pendulum
To quell in my heart bedlam
Populate my soul with laughter
Jettison from my joints the clutter
Fluttering, muttering ‘what's the matter'
If for a day in your paradise my brain blunders
Thunder from my equilibrium sanity plunders
If I proclaim in your heart lies a plethora of wonders
Insane!
To perambulate the lofty lane
And prick the pain and strain in our crane.
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