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The sun is peaking The sun is peering across the bay I am walking s*cking stale air on this fine day Lady squeaking Lady she shuffles ten feet in front Her pants are squeaking Her pants are squeaking as she does I'll sit him down I'll sit him down The sun is peaking The sun is peering across the bay I am walking s*cking stale air on this fine day I'll sit him down I'll sit him down Would you let me know Would you let me go Would you let me know Would you let me go Here don't fly away now Would you let me know Would you let me go Would you let me know Would you let me go Here don't fly away now