You scowl at the wise cracks made.
Put another one up in the air and jade,
all but words, you say.
Step back cause you putting me on.
Find a spot and rest your head a while.
You know to much, don't know enough.
Push and pull till a deputies made.
Behind the case, I'd swear it's a fake but no,
no one else will mind.
Step back cause your putting me on!
Take my word, it's straight from the king himself.
You know to much, don't know enough...
A prayer is beneath you, the county clerk said,
you knew the whole happenstance, slept in her bed.
A Jewish prince told the court end and all,
you knew this would happen but relied on good faith.
The change was brought quickly,
prepared, prepared but nothing fed!
The man leaps with both ogre,
ogre, both ogre like hands.
Just for the sake of something to do,
No women cried at the alter they made!
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