Izzy,
tell me your secret sweetie,
your fingers play the rain,
so lightly, dropping amber liquid, so lightly,
into your rainbow?
Oh, Izzy,
couldn't you have left us alone,
isn't it enough,
isn't it enough,
to be not-alone,
isn't it enough,
isn't it enough,
to be not-alone,
(growled the Behr with your ukulele),
smashing the same cookie twice,
the same cookie crashing,
twice,
oh Izzy,
isn't it enough
to drop amber liquid,
into the bowl,
smashing the same cookie twice,
the same cookie, crashing,
twice,
isn't it enough,
to drop amber liquid,
into the bowl, so lightly,
playing the rain, so lightly,
playing the rain,
oh Izzy,
so lightly,
playing the rain,
(whisper's Mr. Behr to Mr. Butterfly)- somewhere.
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