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Ambush
The night is young
For these little ants
They climb the pits
They scale hills
To give you just a little too much thrill
The night is young
A picnic dispersed like a city
The ants keep marching from abroad
In search of your treasure
In search of your food
Runaway, runaway
They will not wait
They spoil sex
They steal your date
Love is as ticklish
As the little perky ants
As they climb your legs
And sneak under your pants
