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Out, out, out for a shell--
Aren't we a darling, aren't we a tell?
One hoof in the clouds, and one down the well...
Where is our heaven hiding?
Fair, fair, have us a game--
Pretties for luck, and horse shoes for pain!
Under our bruises don't we look the same?
Where is our heaven hiding?
Truce, truce! Let's make a vow:
Spill all our dirties, and kiss on the ground!
Who are you keeping, and who are we now?
Where is our heaven hiding?
Bang, bang! Give us a prayer...
Who is the drifter that sits in your chair?
Under which shell will your charm come to pair?
Where is our heaven hiding?
My, my! Aren't we a hiss?
Why not take your chances, and play for the miss?
Look at us, friend, when we share in the bliss...
Where is your heaven hiding?
Where is your heaven now?
