A spitting, hissing, drooling mess
Locked in a box, a man in a dress
Her hair covered body, her thick coffee fur
She’s caged and she’s looked at, she’s perfect and pure
Two born together born tied at the hip
They’ll both go down if one should slip
But their minds are two separates, their music is grand
One sells the circus please give her a hand
Lionel the lion with 6 inches face
Wears handsome suits, speaking fluent with grace
The man with no arms who played strings for Strauss
Left the orchestra to afford a house
A spitting, hissing, drooling mess
Locked in a box, a man in a dress
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