With your clover, you're picking cherries
Taking pills, and running with the steam
Love's so make believe
Swinging branches by your mansion
And by the pool she's posing leopard skin
Got you dancing in
Please, pull the string now
Turn the winds all round and round
Oh, these diamonds don't lift up
Oh, the color shift and cut
Staring down at the wondering faces
Who want your place
But on the papers you can shine and fly
Smiling in their eyes
Over land and over space
You take me to that unreal place
That I had never known
So don't you cry
Please, pull the string now
Turn the winds all round and round
Oh, the diamonds don't lift up
Oh, the color shift and cut
Please turn, oh
Please turn, oh, oh
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