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I came by to jingle in your armouryAs you fought all the sounds in meAt the time of escapades up in the mountainsThe sound of the bells embraced meI came by to tinkle in your gardenAs you taught all the kids to shootAt the time of escapades down in the valleyYou fired a velvet gunMy storehouse eyes, my Arabian bellsMy warehouse legs, my Arabian chimesShould I leave them by your gun?Or, long-faced Lady, should I run?Lady, should I run?I came by to close your open windowAnd to dive in your open seaAt the time of escapades out in the desertYou cradled our velvet son From Letras Mania