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Must Be The Season Of The Whip

When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it’s strange, so strange

You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
You’ve got to pick up every stitch
Mmm, must be the season of the whip
Must be the season of the whip, yeah
Must be the season of the whip

Must Be The Season Of The Whip

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder at me
And he’s strange, sure is strange

With apologies to Donovan

Sinful Sunday

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