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Let me do it, let me do itLet me blow up the balloonLet me do it, let me do itLet me go to the moon
One moment they were there and we were having funNow they've disappeared, every single one.I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared
I went to the shopto get me a carrotOh dear!They gave me a parrot.
Oh dear!Look what I gotDo I want that?No I do NOT!
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
I opened a bookand a hand fell out.I turned a pageand heard a shout:'I'm lost in a wood;my mother's no good.'I couldn't bear to look
Hand on the bridgefeel the rhythm of the train.
Hand on the windowfeel the rhythm of the rain.
Hand on your throatfeel the rhythm of your talk.
The space is a friend.I tell it what hurts.
I tell it why I'm not good.The space is a friend.I tell it the bother I'm in.It won't let me tell lies.
Tippy-tappyTippy-tappyTap, tap, tap.
Nippy-nappyNippy-nappyNap, nap, nap.
Stippy-steppyStippy-steppyStep, step, step.
A mango met a mangoAnd they started to tangoIn the market not far from here.
Now we all do the tangoWhat a fandango!
In the market not far from here.