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Feb 2012
So call me, tell me, What you can do?
My queen of hearts is falling for you.
Call me baby, yes, tell me what I should do!
It's for you, see me painting these roses brand new?

And you’re just a white rabbit that never dug your own hole.
You wander through Wonderland looking for the right role.
But you’re always in a rush to find love,
And you run right past Alice, Even though she was your sign that fell from above.

Do I exist, I fear, O, I fear I disappear.
But my cheshire grin stands strong.
You can call me strange, But it's really the curiosity that you see as a bit queer.
But no one ever said that was wrong.

So call me, tell me, What you can do?
My queen of hearts is crumbling for you.
Call me baby, yes, tell me what I should do!
It's for you, see me painting these roses brand new?

Oh, I've made a world of my own.
Eat me, Drink me, and it can be your home.
Oh Suitable, They scream "Off with your head"
Darling I will protect you from the the 7 of aces that are chrome red.

What's a celebration? A unbithday I beg!
Shall we celebrate with tea? Or with lies on our teeth?
Wonderland has captured us, Pulled us in by our legs.
Because when you play with strangers, You see the magic of underneath.

So call me, tell me, What you can do?
My queen of hearts is falling for you.
Call me baby, yes, tell me what I should do!
It's for you, see me painting these roses brand new?
Supposed to be a song (Thus the repetitive chorus)
Caroline Patterson
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Caroline Patterson
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