Working for a chicken,
Looking like a monkey,
Wish we had a better way,
Wish we had some money,

Then you sing,
And I’m supposed to cry,
And if I did,
Someone best ask why,

Picking up a pigmy,
Dancing on some water,
Giving out my number,
Giving out an order,

Then you scream,
And everyone knows why,
And when I dream,
It only makes me cry,

Thinking like a Sunday,
Glowing in a garden,
You talking love,
Me talking pardon,

Then you turn,
To look me in the eye,
You sing my name,
And I begin to cry,

When you stand to leave,

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