She said she’s lost like dorothy on her way to emerald city and she says she’s strong don’t need those ruby slippers oh how she was wrong when she came to me for pity cause its mister, tin man to you my pretty.
She said she’s gone, to find a way home and it won’t be long down the yellow brick road foolish girls believe everything they’re told just as the lion thinks a medal of valor will make him bold
She said she laughed as the wicked witch rose sometimes I think she’s the scarecrow I thought everyone knows.


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