Dear prude, won’t you come out to play?
Dear prude, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear prude, won’t you come out to play?
Dear prude, open up your eyes
Dear prude, see the sunny skies
The wind is low, the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear prude, won’t you open up your eyes?


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