| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - party except a gorgeous twenty something, you turn and runYou call me upYou are the one stepping on the back of my shoesYou are the one using me as a museYou are the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to goSo the way you act, is it just an act or some strange courtship ritualA habitual nervous reactionHey it is just me, set yourself free, why do not you let me know what is going onInside
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