It crumbles and cries,
longs for huddles and highs,
It smokes, it eats,
It makes the instrument, dance to it's beats.
longs for huddles and highs,
It smokes, it eats,
It makes the instrument, dance to it's beats.
It plays all games, make all rules,
It makes me tiger and sometimes mule,
I know for certain this mischievous elf.
I am hopeless and done with my deceived self
It makes me tiger and sometimes mule,
I know for certain this mischievous elf.
I am hopeless and done with my deceived self
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