Raquel. I am not well. Raquel. And if I was a bell, I wish that you'd ring it. And if I had something to tell I could not unless I could sing it. Raquel. I am not well. And if I was a ball, I wish that you'd bounce it. And if I give you a telephone call, Oh baby, please don't announce it. Don't announce it. Raquel. I am not well. Raquel. What is this feeling that I'm not trying to squelch? I don't know your last name, I just know it's not Welch. Raquel. You always cast a spell. And if I was a ghost, I wish that you'd haunt me. But what I'd really like the most is baby, baby--that you want me. What is this feeling that I'm not trying to hide? I feel no shame but I feel no pride. Raquel. It's a color call from hell. And if you had a brain, I think that you'd diss me. But if you was really insane, Oh baby, baby--could you kiss me? Could you kiss me? Raquel. I am not well. Raquel. Raquel. I am unwell. Raquel.
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