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Oh, it's flying towards our Tuesday
Oh, it's flying towards our Tuesday moon
Into the air like a balloon
She's taking scissors to her wig
It's ink and easel through my room
With no arms and legs, can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

Oh, it's flying towards our Tuesday
Oh, it's flying towards our Tuesday moon
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume
Vegetable hand on my perfume

Love You On A Tuesday