If there's a troubadour washing, it is he
If there's a man about town, it is he
It there's one to be sought, it is he
If there are nine she's, they are bought for me
This way it is as is she
And he placed her unclothed
Long, long, long legged
On top of his family tree
And if he's chosen the point
And she is under him
Then leave her coily placed crouched
Touchin' him for it is I
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I leave her without pith or feel
And then I leave her be, just leave her be
Leave it be for he controls what there'll be
He makes his face known to none
For if he is seen then all will and all will know
Know me

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