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She started telling him a story
It was in January splendour
They knocked the top off another
The skin on her neck was so tender
Jumping every fence to get to you
Oh, I'm very aroused

At least I know why I'm here
That one chance encounter
I think I've found her, oh yeah
Oh yeah

You've got a habit of making them funny, those things
You've got a habit of making them funny, those

She bought a ticket at the station, leaving in the morning
Seeking elevation, shooting from the hip
Pink sun was setting over the jetty
Thinking 'bout Kerouac, trying to find coo-coo-coo-cool
(Jumping every fence to get to you)

At least I know why I'm here
That one chance encounter
I think I've found her, oh yeah
Oh yeah

You've got a habit of making them funny, those things
You've got a habit of making them funny, those

He started telling her a story
Of jumping fences and different rentals
And of splashing colours, and
How everybody he knew
But nothing compared to you
And she listened
Jumping every fence to get to you

She bought a ticket at the station, leaving in the morning
(Jumping every fence to get to you)
Seeking elevation, shooting from the hip
Pink sun was setting over the jetty
(Jumping every fence to get to you)
Thinking 'bout Kerouac, trying to find coo-coo-coo-cool

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