Placeholder: If you want to know about love, you can ask the wee geezer He can teach you telepathy, he can read your mind backwards If you try to do the cat in, you can only be a loser Paranoia never touch him, he's got ways of laughter Baby don't you bring yourself down, got to catch you up later If you want to know about love, you can ask the wee geezer He can teach you telepathy, he can read your mind backwards If you try to do the cat in, you can only be a loser Paranoia never touch him, he's got ways of laughter Baby don't you bring yourself down, got to catch you up later

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If you want to know about love, you can ask the wee geezer He can teach you telepathy, he can read your mind backwards If you try to do the cat in, you can only be a loser Paranoia never touch him, he's got ways of laughter Baby don't you bring yourself down, got to catch you up later

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