Give me sugar kills, fair
A rice krispies or pocky strips
Play me a swing, fair
The sound of Ella or Nina
Take me to Aruanda, fair
Where nobody hurries nobody worries
Send me Mr. Blue sky or mango margarita, fair
Just to dance me trough my morning powder session
Tap me on my shoulder, fair
Just to stop my blanket cry-ing
Give me a finishing, fair
So then we could say goodbye and goodluck
Till then it will be a memory, fair
Between you and me
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