I'm coming to cover the muck up.

Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don't you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up
(Cover the muck up,
Ooh, with a little luck.)

Sing at the top of your lungs, dere hart.

Come, December, come on, December, come on. I shake my fist, I cast my die. We're a little bit desperate, just a little bit, for something better.

2002-12-01, December

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