Cold Cream
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Cold cream,
Whose cold cream is it
Disturbing me
Late into the night,
Whose,
Whose cold cream,
Who is it
After applying it, rubbing to
Going
And disturbing me
At night
And that too late
Into the night
With the fair and lovely smell
Coming,
Coming onto,
Who, who
The dreamgirl,
The flowergirl?
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