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Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes That you would rather be beside than in front of But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares..... She swam out of tonight's phantasm Grabbed my hand and made it very clear There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night It's better than to get a reputation as a miserable little tyke At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture
The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along
Her arms were folded most indignant Not looking like she was soon to leave I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf I'm unveiling the unexpected I, who was earlier reluctant was suddenly embarrassed and corrected How could such a creature survive in such a habitat?
And the secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along Even if they were to find us I wouldn't notice I'm completely occupied
As all the fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes One you would rather be beside than in front of But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade frolic and fuck about to make her gaze Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her options But you're daft to think she'd care
Fools on parade, fools on parade Fools on parade conduct a sing-along