Lost Innocence


Do the funky chicken
And dance like a robot.
Let me hear you sing the Macarana,
Before I take you for a fox trot.


Onto verse two,
The one about me and you,
The youngsters back in the day,
When we could do it our way.
Without any fear, of repeating history,
For back then our past, wasn’t tainted.
By bad memories.


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