One gal, her voice hers
One fiddle, amped to reverb
One machine, enslaved to repeat
It's a band! Charismatic, Solo-Width...
Crapshoot over, Shulamith would get it
Two hands, count ten fingers at birth
Two x's, genetically diverse
Two is the new million, irreducible
It's a baby! Putting up witcha crimes against feathers
Gotta shoeshine cloth for drool-shiny leathers
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