."This is a mad house," she goes straight for the palm
"You'll be luck to make it till Tuesday"
I say "You must be joking, the idea's absurd"
But the picture's hanging on her every word
But she comes right back, her black velvet cat
Has gone smiled all over the carpet
He .
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