Flying Carpet


I want to fly a flying carpet
The kind a Genie has
I want to go someplace warm
A place that has a lot of jazz
There are many places I want to go
Someplace cold and has a lot of snow
It' s a mystery to me
How a flying carpet is so free
Will they lock it up one day
And put it far away
I don't want to miss that chance
I want to fly a flying carpet
The kind a Genie has.

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