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And my high topped shoes Plop, plop, plop went the wheels
And my hair Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings
Piled high upon my head
As he started to go
I went to lose a jolly Then I started to know
Hour on the Trolley How it feels
And lost my heart instead When the universe reels
He asked my name
I held my breath
I couldn't speak because
He scared me half to death