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Mini-critique N°137

Paroles :When the outside temperature risesAnd the meaning is oh, so clearOne thousand and one yellow daffodilsBegin to dance in front of you, oh dearAre they trying to tell you something?You're missing that one final screwYou're simply not in the pink, my dearTo be honest, you haven't got a clueI'm going slightly madI'm going slightly madIt