Ice Age - Plowing into the field of love

^GAll th^Cose brash young st^Emuds They have n^Co id^Emea what its l^Cike up h^Emere. I ^Dam that ragged f^Cigure of a m^Gan Stand^Eming in a ma^Cnsion wind^Emow. Looking d^Cown at the str^Emung out ref^Auge^Emes. Some m^Aen would question why you would f^Geed an Anim^Emal with champ^Gagne.

P^Gaddling through st^Dill dark wat^Emers And the moon illuminates a thin white l^Gine. Bootlickers st^Dand aside. ^EmI am plowing into the field of l^Cove.

^DIn^Em the dy^Aing l^Emight I made a b^Cinding c^Emontract with the l^Cucid bl^Emue. ^GOur aff^Dairs ^Gare at ch^Emance. Always t^Co its f^Emavour. Always ^Cas its v^Emessel. As you pl^Aease,^Em As you pl^Aease, Ple^Emase.

P^Gaddling through st^Dill dark wat^Emers And the moon illuminates a thin white l^Gine. Bootlickers st^Dand aside. ^EmI am plowing into the field of l^Gove. P^Gaddling through st^Dill dark wat^Emers And the moon illuminates a thin white l^Gine. Bootlickers st^Dand aside. ^EmI am plowing into the field of l^Aove.^{Em A} They will place me in a h^Gearse.^Em

H^Gearse, hearse, he^Emarse, ... G Em