| Have I, without knowledge,
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| Made a subtle pass at you,
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| Or have the poses that are mine to strike
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| Then perhaps posed a threat to you?
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| Have I crossed the thin line now,
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| That guards your un-enchanted barn,
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| Was it my simple friendliness
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| That stirred the peasants causing this alarm?
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| Hänsel, call your soldiers back,
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| This witch sticks to her gingerbread.
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| Girlfriends, wives and fiancees
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| Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.
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| Such ugliness laid eyes on you in conversation, plain to see.
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| Your signals, clearly advertising,
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| Stressing the obvious to me!
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| Oh, bite your tongue, is it too much to ask for,
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| Can’t you just for once, keep it in.
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| Oh, please don’t say it … -
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| Spare me your painful arrogance!
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| Hänsel, call your soldiers back,
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| This witch sticks to her gingerbread.
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| Girlfriends, wives and fiancees
|
| Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.
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| Say: Have I, without knowledge,
|
| Made a subtle pass at you,
|
| Or have the poses that are mine to strike
|
| Then perhaps posed a threat to you?
|
| Have I, out of saddest habit,
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| Stared for too long at one spot?
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| Or has my silence been mistaken
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| For pondering on your private parts?
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| Hänsel, call your soldiers back,
|
| This witch sticks to her gingerbread.
|
| Girlfriends, wives and fiancees
|
| Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.
|
| Always within the Hour
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| Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you,
|
| Or have the poses that are mine to strike
|
| Then perhaps posed a threat to you?
|
| Have I crossed the thin line now,
|
| That guards your un-enchanted barn,
|
| Was it my simple friendliness
|
| That stirred the peasants causing this alarm?
|
| Hänsel, call your soldiers back,
|
| This witch sticks to her gingerbread.
|
| Girlfriends, wives and fiancees
|
| Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.
|
| Such ugliness laid eyes on you in conversation, plain to see.
|
| Your signals, clearly advertising,
|
| Stressing the obvious to me!
|
| Oh, bite your tongue, is it too much to ask for,
|
| Can’t you just for once, keep it in.
|
| Oh, please don’t say it … -
|
| Spare me your painful arrogance!
|
| Hänsel, call your soldiers back,
|
| This witch sticks to her gingerbread.
|
| Girlfriends, wives and fiancees
|
| Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace.
|
| Say: Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you,
|
| Or have the poses that are mine to strike
|
| Then perhaps posed a threat to you?
|
| Have I, out of saddest habit, stared for too long at one spot?
|
| Or has my silence been mistaken
|
| For pondering on your private parts?
|
| Hänsel, call your soldiers back,
|
| This witch sticks to her gingerbread.
|
| Girlfriends, wives and fiancees
|
| Will save your sacred straightness from disgrace. |