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Innuendo

She doesn’t mind a bumpy ride
To get to her destination

I smile without & within
Holding my ticket to glory

A flute, a lute, a sigh
The tinkle of piano, keys

She’s on top, I’m far below
Lengthening my stride
Written by Spanker
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