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When the outside temperature rises and the meaning is, oh, so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils begin to dance in front of you, oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something? You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink, my dear - to be honest, you haven't got a clue.