(that sits on my desk)

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(that sits on my desk)

whatsit likes truly that
having his fun on the brink of disorder
cautions ignored he follows his hat

chorus: theres gray round its edges
moldy green hedges
contentedly blocking the way
its just one more thing that i cant seem to find
and too many dreams are clouding...up...my head

smile, Kitty,
soft and pretty
frankly SIR i dont apply
dancing with my toes faced outward
darling come and try

chorus

have they found the elves yet?
they come from far away
with gingerbread and chocolate frosting
what a splendid day

chorus

its a large orange candle
(that sits on my desk)
that lies compulsively to the table
but she wont mind
just as long as shes
mine

chorus

got the thyme?
i've lost my watch
oh.
here.
i seem to have found a rhyme.

ha.