Shsh shsh shsh shsh shsh!
Spin! Spin! My ting-a-ling
My wind chime by the sash,
I love the way you ring your bells
When the wind gives you a lash.
You spread you net around the top
To catch sweet dreams for me,
Bring back my army man,
How hard it seems to be!
Bring back the good old days
Filled with happiness,
I don’t know how friends change,
And lose their innocence.
Spin! Spin! My ting-a-ling
Blow your magic gale,
Pour my tears on their lives,
Who love to mock and rail.
Shsh shsh shsh shsh shsh!
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