One fell swoop, two to tango
Three little words, four on the floor
Counting up the rules
While exceptions mount
There’s more sides to most stories
Than any of us can count
Five-finger discount, six-gun sound
Seven ways to Sunday, eight daydreams a week
Counting up the rules
While exceptions mount
There’s more sides to most stories
Than any of us can count
One fine day, two little too late
Three on a match, four-way clover
Five gold plate rings, sixth sense sticks
Seven eleven heaven, eight-cylinder headache
Three little words, four on the floor
Counting up the rules
While exceptions mount
There’s more sides to most stories
Than any of us can count
Five-finger discount, six-gun sound
Seven ways to Sunday, eight daydreams a week
Counting up the rules
While exceptions mount
There’s more sides to most stories
Than any of us can count
One fine day, two little too late
Three on a match, four-way clover
Five gold plate rings, sixth sense sticks
Seven eleven heaven, eight-cylinder headache
Lyrics submitted by Blaupunked
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