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Playing canasta in cold rooms Lyricsby Kate Bush Buy album CD: Cathy'S Home Demos I fell in love with Rinfy the gypsy. He said when I grew up he'd marry me, Carry me away on his steed. "Don't worry, my baby! Don't die, my funny little darling! I'm going away for a little while, And shouldn't be gone for very long." Ooh, then I really fell for Geoffrey, our gardener. He said he'd marry me, too. Oh, and I believed him, just like a fool. "Don't worry, my honey! Don't die, my funny little doll! I'm going away for a little while. Shouldn't be gone for very long." (Ooh, long, long, long ...) Playing canasta in c-cold rooms, Playing canasta in cold rooms, Playing canasta upstairs, downstairs, And in my lover's...ooh... I met a boy who took me upstairs, Then took me in his arms and told me I comforted him, uh-huh. "Don't worry, my dear, Don't cry, you weird little stranger. I'm going away. You probably won't ever see me again." Oh, yes, I know, I'm always falling, Gazing at hazy goldfish in your swimming eyes. How could I not lie there with you? "Don't worry, my darling! Don't die, my silly little baby! I'm going away for a little while, And shouldn't be gone for very long." (Ooh, long, long, long!) Playing canasta in c-cold rooms, Playing canasta in cold rooms, Playing canasta upstairs, downstairs, And in my lover's...ooh...
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