| Yeah! |
| Can you smell it in the air?
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| There is something brilliant approaching, onto our patch encroaching
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| We’ll hand it over, with a YEAH!
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| We’ll watch the fabric fold, while our beauty you behoooooooooooooooold!
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| Yeah! |
| Can you smell it in the air?
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| In three minutes it will billow about me
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| Cut around to fit so neatly
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| Watch how to succeed with the weave
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| Behold the cloth that we folded
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| With the tape about our shoulders
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| Every rule has been taken in and yeah
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| Cut and stitched to make it fit about the hips
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| See how the loop is fixed, under cross-stitch
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| We wanna look as good as you
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| As we race up to the loom
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| Pop pop! |
| On the cuffs
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| Huh huh! |
| On the hem
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| Yeah! |
| Can you feel it in the air?
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| Tonight we begin revolving
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| At a speed sending skirts ascending
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| You cannot contend with the RPM
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| Regard the seamstress' insight
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| As we twirl into the spotlight
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| I am in a state to ovulate and yeah
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| Find myself contorted oddly
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| So I can learn to love my body
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| Position of the shoulder blades deny access to the vertebrae
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| Dispel concerns about the fit
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| With five pairs of hands to assist the zip
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| Pop pop! |
| On the cuffs
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| Huh huh! |
| On the hem
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| The wheel begins a motion that spins trails on the thread
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| And we can make a path along until it takes us to the AH AH AH AH
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| Edge of an incision that the scissors will have run
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| And the voice becomes the needle and the thimble and the thumb!
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| We can choose the pattern, can identify the page and
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| We can choose the pattern that the music will arrange
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| And while the spinning of the wheel begins to generate a wind
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| The voice becomes the stitches and the needle and the pins |