Monkeytown Records - The Fool lyrics

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Monkeytown Records - The Fool lyrics

From your Narrator's chair A calming scent Of lavender fills The air. A boned curled hand, Calling me out Making me Dance. From your Narrator's chair A calming scent Of lavender fills The air. Fiddle stick in hand, Bells on foot A stranger In a lavish land.