And now she twigs, of course - he's pushed the thing,
But now is when she knows she doesn't care.
She only knows that they've become a pair
And she knows what she wants. She wants to sing.
So with eyes full of tender wickedness
She looks up at him, and she says, "Yes. Yes."


Finis

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