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Little boxes on a hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes just the same
There’s a pink one, and a green one, and a blue one, and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same

And the people in the houses learn their trade
Cause they were put in boxes and they came out all the same
There're white hats and red hats and they imagine they are businessmen

Take my hands and make them straight
Take my hair and make it curl
oh they took one leg and the other one too
They took them off to make their glue

They piled them high by the canvas tents
they piled them high and even higher yet
Oh let the mothers go their own way

I'm just like a man
I'm spelling a word: appeal
there's more than enough for you
but not enough for me

I'm just like a fan
I'm spinning around this room
oh, I'm touching all the pictures

I’m helplessly needless and needless to say I owe you.
I’m helplessly needless and needless to say I owe you.

Well I’d wait ten thousand picks for a just one more chance.
Just one more chance, to see your face again.

Well I’d pull, teeter away, at the earth with my teeth.
The earth with my teeth to touch your face alive.

[Louis]
Yeah! one,two,three,four!

[Harry]
She sneaks out in the middle of the night, yeah
Tight dress with the top cut low
She’s addicted to the feeling never letting go
Let it go