To free my heart
I want much more
Than the sound of idling
I want a new swing
The block of pleasure
br/>What the crowd comments on
I don't want eight or eighty
I want the block of pleasure
And who wouldn't want it?
Mommy, Mommy, yes I do
I want to be a Mandarin
Smelling gasoline
In the fine flower of my garden
Just like crimson
Da mouth of girls
That life devastates and contaminates
The gas that rocks the swing
My love like crazy
That life is so little
br/>And I want much more
That this pain that bursts
Violent passion
Eighty carnivals

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