Sometimes I think of you, you, my fair lady.
You as the whimsical youthful lady who's near and far away.
I've heard you asked about me, about how I've been doing
Like them walking into my room and asked
Is this game fun?
I was like, how can this game be fun?
How could anything, in this room, in this world, in this life be fun?
It is a taboo to even think about, fun
I am not sure, who told you I've been playing
I don't know but whoever did that
Whoever said that Solitaire is a game
is being solely delusive
You have to be aware, take good care my fair lady
They just want to use you
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