where'd you get those peepers?
your eyes are whiskey-warm,
if outside a storm,
guess i won't give a damn.
Just, please turn on your heaters.
gotta put on my cheaters
to notice every being,
to grasp the story written,
get given, run beaten.
Oh, those priceless weepers!
Where'd you get those eyes?
jeepers creepers
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