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peak 9-8-06 |
i've got a mountain on my head sixteen women dead up on the peak they wouldn't leap won't you stay, stay, stay i could make, make, make weather break i can see you shake we can dance dance dance put your hands hands hands right on my swollen eye don't you know know know this bird is low low low so bring me pie or i might sigh won't you come come come to my mountain some i'll wear my most fancy tie |