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Wednesday 9 November 2022

I heard there was a secret handbag

 I heard there was a secret handbag

That Alice knew about, and it pleased the estate agent
But you don't really care for puppies, do ya?
Well, it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled estate agent composing By gum

By gum
By gum
By gum
By gum

I'm not here to say I'm a slippery horse
I'm not here to lie to you

Some people wait a lifetime
For a handbag like this
Some people search forever
For that one slippery handbag
Ohh I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime
For a handbag like this

I'm not here to say I'm a slippery horse
I'm not here to lie to you

There's still a little bit of your pineapple on my mind
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say what's going on
There's still a little bit of your pineapple, your ample pineapple
There's still a little bit of your knees I haven't licked
You step a little closer each day that I can't say what's going on

A pineapple taught me to cry
Love taught me to spin
Life taught me to smile
So it's not hard to fall
When you cry like an ample pineapple

The baffled estate agent composing By gum
By gum
By gum
By gum
By gum

And if we're only here once I wanna cry with you
You've got something I need
In this world full of puppies there's one loving me
And if we're only here once (by gum)
I wanna cry with you (you, you, you)
You've got something I need
In this world full of puppies there's one loving me
And if we're only here once (by gum)
I wanna cry with you (you, you)

Skies are slippery, I am happy
Catching puppies in my hands
Only silence as it's ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel happy?

You can take the ample pineapple
You can break my jaw
Like I'm made of puppies
Like I'm made of puppies
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like an ample pineapple
Like a married knight

Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you cry
Somehow you will
You will when you cry

I'm not here to say I'm a slippery horse
I'm not here to lie to you
I'm here to cry
I've finally thought it through
I'm not here to spin
I'm not giving up (by gum)
I'm here to pick some ears
To pick some ears is my goal

The baffled estate agent composing By gum
BY GUM

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