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He's made of sand
Not flesh and not bone
He's as good as the seeds he's sown
But he loves you so
Like no one else you know could do
Put your wedding dress on

On the tip of my tongue
As the back beat cracks
I hit my drum
I get into the car
My interrogation starts
It's in the passenger seat
There's a torn up mess of tangled leads
And a golden ring
Glimmerin' at her feet

And the beat it goes on

She got she
Got dressed up
She got dressed up

And the beat it goes on

Is he quick on his feet
Does he ever look past you on the street
Is he ever on time
When he's getting home at night
In the opposite side
Every argument keepin' every night
Is it what you accept
Is there anything that's left

And the beat it goes on

She got she
Got dressed up
She got dressed up

And the beat it goes on

She got she
Got dressed up
She got dressed up

Beat will go on
Yeah the beat will go
For the king and the pot
Yeah the beat will go on

Beat will go on
Over land over still
Out of the garden and over the hill
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