Draw me a ship
Draw me enormous space of water
Put there some clouds
The sun to make the drawing hotter
I will sell the picture to
The man who has no real life
He will watch you jumping from the hill
Your wings are made of cardboard
Your wings are made of colored cardboard
A paper cat
Was caught red-handed in your bedroom
I left it there
To fuel your wings with cardboard petrol
Ask the paper cat to tell
The man who has no real life
He could jump from the hill with you
Your wings are made of cardboard
Your wings are made of colored cardboard
They can't handle both of you
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