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On your metal wings Astride With your glistening extra parts you glide It's just you and I up here Santa got it wrong with his eight reindeer I'm butter-gliding No more hiding things that are wonderful I'm butter-crying To be heard over petty jealousy Let's make love Butter-Glider! Let's find a way To grind And all our hot Butter-babies Will fly to The Moon