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When Greasepaint and Red Hair Meet
Out of nowhere She came to me out of nowhere Some say if you listen carefully God will talk to you This little Irish lass of red head fair Was sent to me, I believe, by God I can’t prove it I wasn’t looking for it But there she was How does that happen? Two peas in a pod we are (and there I go talking Irish) Ach the wee pipes are callin’ us Not to Glockamara But to another place Another place where red noses will abound And funny shoes go flapping And white make up is the order of the day Ah what fun we’ll have …when face to face we finally meet In the flesh (so to speak) God is laughing now Another good deed has been done
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