It's just a question mark into the dark
Its not fantasy
nor fancy-free
It's just a pick up strip
With a picked up chick
She put her moon boots on
And she (jumps and shouts and) sings her song.
It's just a question mark into the dark
This tea was made for two
You don't need to tell me what to do
It's written, seen and read
It's exactly what she said
The ramblings of a poem man
Who simply wants to hold your hand
It's just a question mark into the dark
It's a hullabaloo
it's a luau too
It's a dream vacation
In a fantasy nation
It's simply station to station
With an unknown duration
It's just a question mark into the dark.
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