.I'll meet in the French House, we'll bump into my mum
She'll be wearing orange kaftan, his flys will be undone
We're driking pink champagne, although it's going through the roof
And we'll scatter words to and fro across the truth
That we're all as sad as sadness, we're all as high as.
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