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Don't let me fall in love with you, baby.
You'll never get rid of me.
I will be on my drunken horse,
under the moonlight.
Come out!
Come to me, my dear.
Bring me some sandwiches!

Under the moonlight,
I'll sing, I'll sway
songs of love and hate.
Roast beef and peppercinis:
Baby, if you take me down the street,
they have a microwave.