We found her in a tea-party zone
An English girl with a saxophone
She waxed it like the Anglophone
We loved her music plus her tone
I saw that she came there all alone
So I moved quite slowly like a drone
To ask for the number of her phone
And she hit me with her saxophone
Such delicate singer broke my bone
In so much pain do I hug my throne
With hindsight I should have known
To avoid the Anglo with a saxophone
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