Blue morning, Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone.
Curiosity, Kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own.
Your can look outside your window,
He doesn't have to know.
We can talk a while, baby.
We can take it nice and slow.
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame.
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream.
Well, are you happy where
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