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Harlequin
You twirl and you tumble
You frolic and gambol
You leap like an acrobat and you're good at pratfalls
You're witty and charming
You do close-up card tricks
You make me feel giggly when you play with your balls
Harlequin, Harlequin
You're a funny clown and I laugh with you
Harlequin, Harlequin
You make me feel all dreamy in my tummy
Why aren't you allowed?
My mother and father
Are both disappointed
They say you're a murderer but I don't think it's true
Attempted to lock me
In my bedroom but I escaped
They simply don't understand how much I like you
Harlequin, Harlequin
I smack you in my veins and drift off somewhere
And my head expands, filling the universe
Like I'm a baby wrapped in cotton wool
And I do not need food
And I do not need shelter
And I'll stab anyone who stands in the way
Of me being with you
Words by Waen Shepherd 2004
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Written for BBC Radio 2's The Day the Music Died
Not transmitted
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