There’s a spot that’s only Ours.
Where we make love from time to time.
It’s right there in the road and
Mr. Toad likes it just fine.
It’s better even than motor cars!
Who even wants to speed?
I can fly just fine — I’m thine.
And you belong to me.
Our Spot
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