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Pinocchio he loves her
Like anybody wood.
But if she pulls his strings again tonight
I'm leaving her for good.
In alexandria
I know a place we can go:
They serve amnesia.
You better blow if you wanna catch the show.
The crooked fox, he worships her:
Cut off an infidel's finger
Just to steal the wedding ring
And give it to the singer.
Mustafa junior. wants her too,
He wants her for his slave.
Her face behind the veil,
Her spirit in a cage.
