🎶He was a boy
There was a lamp
Can I make it any more obvious?
Rubbed on the brass
Smoke from the spout
See what it's about?
He got sucked in
She'd never tell
Secretly she wanted this as well
Turned into smoke
The color of rose
Then she was wearing those harem clothes🎶
🎶She was a genie gal
Said "Make your wishes, pal"
Emerged from her lamp with a puff of smoke
Had those bangles of gold
And magic quite manifold
Granting wishes, it was no joke🎶
