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Little boys been coming around here.Singing: "Caroline, na na na. Caroline."Singing in circles around my head.Singing in circles around my legs.Singing: "Where'd he go?Look at you all alone.And isn't it a shame?"They chant:"How'd you let a man like him go?"Pushing up babies, pushing them out.Pushing up babies, pushing them out,upright, but angled at their jutted out feet;uncouth and bucktoothed with overgrown knees.A calculate mind from the age of nine,this appendage of mine, she'll be making it fine,and she'll be screaming out:"I'm coming up now!I'm coming up now!I'm coming down!I am coming down!"Planning the sequence, we're planning it out.We're planning the sequence and we're laying it down.Letras de cancionesAnd you'd say:"The baby would crawl first and then she'd walkand we'd mark the flowcharts then we'd talkscholarships with the oversights."You'd hit the switch, I'd kill the lights, wondering:Baby, will she inherit your lips? From Letras Mania