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Iʹm loving in your feather-bed
Next to all the crumpled clothes Iʹve shed
Iʹd been stoned and left for dead
Till breakfast came along
Your friendship sailed the sea for me
You grew up like a tree for me
You followed me, you swallowed me
When all my friends had gone
Iʹm a favourite with the ladies
They all want me to father their babies
The queen of Sheba, she came around for tea
To check out my good taste
Salvation lies on a plate for me
I bought your dream and got one free
Now Iʹm writing Dada palmistry
To keep me in my place
Iʹm a natural patrician
I could trick a trained magician
My incredible position
Is keeping you awake