A moon beam through the prune In June
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Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
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And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
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The cheese I have for you, my dear
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Is real and very new
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A moon beam through the prune In June
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Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
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And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
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The love I have for you, my dear
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Is real and very new
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Prune! (pa-da-dah!)
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If it is a real prune Knows no cheese
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(cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)
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And stands (Oh no!)
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Taller or softer than any tree (or bush)
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And I know The love I have for you
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Will grow and grow And grow, I think
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And so my love I offer you
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A love that is strong A prune that is true
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The Duke Of Prunes
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| The Mothers Of Invention |
