we must learn to turn the pages gently
grinning at what she has
let loose and trying to dance
it is a sin to push a book aside
the hands and hips and waving arms
rocking to the reggae boom
explain to him the meaning of i'm happy
the camera backing away
two left feet missing the beat
grow to love the strageness of the language
into the crowd it just looks wrong
a little man who has a plan
lhere the gods roam freely dressed as monkeys
speaker boxes block the door
more durable than england's poor
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