Sara crazy child is devouring all the streets With her pastel coloured dress And her seductive bongo-beat Her skin is wild like the olives And her body's' bitter sweet Still she's only just thirteen And she's forgotten how to dream. Her brother the juke-box King With his venom mildly sting And his knowledge twisted hair And his 1920's stare He lives beneath the roadway In a manner to his lair In summer he's a young boy But in winter he's a tear Broken dusty mother Imamal' Her face melted just like wax Her once gazelle like features Blooded by the Ajax Received your picture postcard Of the twosome of the one Solely the submitted to the guillotine of their home.
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