THE-KNIGHTMARE-HERS
From a dragon of a dream
you have awoken.
It leaves you weeping, girl,
and heart-broken.
From a dark dungeon
in the depths of your mind
you have emerged, lady,
no lordly-lover to find.
Gone has your prince, false-princess.
The guy found you out a sorceress.
THE-BOHEMIAN-BEAUTY
She was like a Parisienne
with her black beret,
her zebra-striped top
and eye for art, I'd say.
Yes she was like a Parisienne,
a beautiful girl from Paris gay.
Oh for kisses, French kisses,
from zebra-lady in the hay !
A-RUNAROUND-WORLD
Running, running,
after dreams men chase.
Welcome, the newly born,
to the human race.
Running, running, we run run run
round in circles, like the earth the sun.
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