Dancing through all the agony
beaked raised high
I remember your swing
love the one you're with
I cried myself to sleep
were you my queen.
February, March, April
you will be hanged i January
like no other
I recognize your happy smile
you are both father & mother
you are the rooster of pop on a leash.
Standing on the top of it all
beaked raised high
you could never ever fall
as the rooster of pop
you could never never stop
you were my queen.
February, March, April
you will be hanged in January
like no other
I recognize your happy smile
you are both father & mother
your are the rooster of pop on a leash.
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