Well I met a girl called Sandoz
And she taught me many many things
Good things
Very good things
Sweet things
I met her on a Sunday morning
It was hot though the snow lay on the ground
Strange things
Very strange things
My mind has wings
Sandoz, Sandoz
Will you tell me no
Sandoz, Sandoz
Will you tell me why
We could all learn something from your mind
Yeah
She is very old yet many think she's young
One kiss from her and you know your time has come
Good times for all time
Sandoz
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