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Who is she?
Who is she?
Beyond those green contact eyes
Each time you hold her;
Each time you want to hold her;
And longingly watch her while asleep
Are you ready to know furlong?
Who is she?
Whilst the mess upon her back
Each time you stop to care again
How you care too much
And you just can’t stop
Who is she?
The tuft she is made of,
The tuft she is made of,
Won’t you appraise her?
Her tuft now crumbles upon your ruff
Curse, you would dare to judge her;
Where has she been all along?
How is it taken her too long?
Who is she?
Who is she?
A tuft ruffled up
A mess upon her back
But will you keep her?
Will shrewd luck be enough?
Are you ready to know furlong?
