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Skating down in Shinjuku
When I smelled love in the air
Rolling by the pagoda
The fragrance floats from somewhere

Will my Suki find me in time
Or will her sushi spawn
The odor drives me out of my mind
The scent goes straight to my prawn

Cherry blossom and rice
Su-su-sushi she’s so nice

~ The Tubes

Sinful Sunday

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