Anybody tell me what it's about, they win a million dollers.*
*Mebbey.
Every other stanza should be indented, but Gaia Doesn't Do That.
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Whimsy, my pretty!
Oh, Whimsy, my dear,
born in that city
where I shed not one tear.
Turn rack,
whip crack.
Bone break,
heartache.
Whimsy, sweet fancy,
my eyes never were dry
when I lay, drowned in moonlight,
under meadowsweet sky.
Bone mend,
will bend.
Never die,
neverend.
But I never knew you, dear,
I never dreamed!
Whimsy, I wandered,
oh, Whimsy, I sinned.
Face life,
steel fife.
Dog dead,
shadowfed.
Those days and those nights
in the city, I fear,
have bought me and broke me
beyond disrepair.
Turn rack.
Will bend.
Dog dead.
Severed.
But Whimsy, my pretty,
oh, Whimsy my dear!
Born in that ciy
where I shed not one tear!
