In this land of faxes
and back taxes
I love you still-
Hopefully you will
take it into account.
In this land of oil slicks
and sundry dirty tricks
I love you
I do, I do!
I hope you know it.
A fleck on the neck of honor
is this world, oh,
a sty on the eye of candor
this little furlough
we call life, oh,
In this land of deals
and wheels within wheels
I love you, I
try and try-
I hope you know it.
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