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I went to the herb woman for a potion, Said I want to meet someone on New Year's Eve Start the New Year like it should be Me and someone Special don't you see Herb woman gave no potion Instead twas a recipe she gave me Said was sure to make me happy To meet someone Special on New Year's Eve She said mix up the recipe but not till New Year's Eve so here I am in my kitchen Mixing, stirring up, what do I see? Holdin' my head, oh what a New Year! Me and someone Special, can't you see? Dizzy spells, can't hold my head up! My hippopotamus girlfriend holdin' it up for me. Lines: 16
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