Now that you've lost that second furry flapper
you've got one less intake of fear to contend with.
The indecision is gone, man.
You're out the door, full speed ahead.
The secret now is to think singular.
You're not going to get a good hop
unless you're feeling a pull from the top.
So the gist is to find your inner merry cherry mojo.
Beam in the sweet solo divine.
Reach down deep.
Put some kick in your hip.
Flick that cute little tail of yours.
Reach for the stars and just go for it, babes.
Soar to new heights.
Be the ear, man.
Be the ear of no fear.
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