Lyrics

MULBERRY DISEASE

If you were white
And striped with Mulberry Disease,
I would still remember how to call your name
And if you were beckoned
By the Prince of Calabrese, honey,
I would still remember what you smelled like.
I would still know just exactly what you're thinking -

Isn't it nice to be a star?
Isn't it nice to join the whence we came from?
Isn't it nice that you'll be known for who you are?
Isn't it nice to have the cosmos to yourself...?

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