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Oh, Isis
Your milky white skin is the snowdrifts,
Lying on top of the hills.
Your earthen bosoms blessed with bounty
And your lips give me chills.
You're tall, straight, and slender.
What waist? Yours is a wasp's.
You talk in riddles to make me think?
But I think you're sort of lost.
Oh, Isis, what will we do tonight?
Why don't you come down and see.
I really am trying to make it right.
It can work out eventually.

There's always a time and a place to play
But now we've no time to spare.
We're going to that party of yours,
Because everyone is there.
You always seem to make me wait
I guess I am easy to put off.
I thought I was the one to make you breathe!
Looks like I'm really not.
Oh, Isis, you are a giver of life.
Oh, and I am your slave and your servant.
I never would consider a wife
Who would be so much like a serpent.
Woooooooh!

(Joey's Lead stuff)

There are people everywhere.
You know who we are.
You watch us live, love, and die,
Underneath these stars.
You rise and fall with the seasons,
Giving to us your blood
To wash away the dry scorched dirt,
With the waters from your flood.
Oh, Isis, I am a simple man
Not knowing of Gods or design.
I dwell within life's simple plan,
For which you seldom have the time.
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