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There's an oboe on the table and an elbow in my ribs
I'm lying in my bed and a stranger has me pinned
I try to shift so slightly but he holds me tight
I push a little harder in hopes that it might
Free me from his mighty grasp
But it doesn't, so--alas!
I suppose this my fault could only be
If only I didn't have for musicians such a thing!
I'm lying in my bed and a stranger has me pinned
I try to shift so slightly but he holds me tight
I push a little harder in hopes that it might
Free me from his mighty grasp
But it doesn't, so--alas!
I suppose this my fault could only be
If only I didn't have for musicians such a thing!
As part of my iCiNG Transformation Challenge. [link]
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haha why oboe?