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I’ve been searching for her long and in vain
Through the woods, across fields, through the swamps again
By the edge, where the old lilac stands tall
There was a sharp, unremarkable turn after all
It led me to a house of timber and wood
On designer chicken legs, standing odd and good
Turn your back to me, old hag, don’t you see?
Can you hear me, The Old Hag? Listen to me!
A pretty woman stepped out on the porch so slow
What a negligee she wore—oh, how it glowed!
Her curves were tempting, the air was thick with scent
A promising tang of spirits, bold and intense
Her shape is driving me out of my mind
It’s clear as day—she’s not wearing a thing
I’m lost in a dream, and it’s no kind of lie
My hands are drawn to those curves, I can’t help but reach
And then I realized I’m already too late
The wild party’s been going, the fun’s been great
The old lady’s already been swept off her feet
They’ve already danced, and there’s nothing left to meet
Her shape is driving me out of my mind
It’s clear as day—she’s not wearing a thing
I’m lost in a dream, and it’s no kind of lie
My hands are drawn to those curves, I can’t help but reach
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