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