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I look where I'm going
And still bump into you
Which either means it's late
Or you're out for "trouble"

I am looking forward to it,
The working through it
Like a plump child, say it
A fat baby with no concept

The afternoon is ok
With this unsupervised election
You've got a nice wit
And it's a quarter to three

I could go for a little smile
A little sunlight on the parterre
Kills the loneliness for fun
That's why they call it popular