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Monday, March 10, 2014
Monkey Droppings
© 2014 Mark Cote
swing tree to tree
here she comes
Looking like fun
so high up above
such a quest to be with her
what's left of you is in the dirt
(chorus) over here
over there
monkey droppings everywhere
that's all that's left to be found
monkey droppings on the ground
she'll scrape you up
another round
monkey droppings on the ground
this jungle love
so wild and new
watch out better
make a monkey of you
careless and free
not care who gets hurt
like cold droppings
hearts left in the dirt
(chorus)
(instrumental)
No one can clean
the trail she will leave
For playful fun
is meant to deceive
(chorus)
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