Mary Agnes made me space cakes one day
Anticipation is all you can taste
Feeling creepy sensations of the skin
The ceremony is about to begin
And I'm so obliged, for making it clear to me
Now in vain I do purpose today
The uplifting of my frigid lid
What's the pleasure of this ecstasy
The beauty of the earth and the painted sky
And I'm so obliged, for making it clear to me I can hear
The grass grow
I can hear the grass grow

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Writer(s): ERIC WAGNER