You met this cat way down yonder like an Andean condor.
He spread his wingspan.
Unpredictable was his plan,
but he did nothing but wander.
You just sit walking about.
Rarity girl, go to your Rarity boy.
Boy.
That's right, just go to your Rarity boy.
Rarity boy.
He's just waiting.
Kosher is the treasure that makes it one of a kind.
Kindred spirits of the unusual is his main mind scheme.
Unique is his theme,
but you won't know what he means as he is the Rarity boy.
Who is this cat?
Nobody knows.
Rarity boy.
You just go around without no control.
Supremely extreme is his regime and
you hope that you're his Rarity queen.
So why do you find him
so interesting,
so unique as he is alienated like the Doctor Strange.
His range is clever
as he only gives you a sneak peek of what may be.
Maybe it's because you don't know, baby.
Haven't
tasted something rare without compare.
But the thought entertains as much as he grows on you.
So do you now dare?
Rarity girl, go to your Rarity boy.
That's right.
Like I said, just go.
Rarity boy.
Now there he is,
precious to you in ways unknown.
Perhaps to you he is the Rosetta Stone.
Boy, that's rare.
Your whim is to go to him and no longer be alone but paired.
Rarity girl,
Rarity girl,
just go to your Rarity boy.
Boy,
Rarity boy.
Because you're a rare girl and he's a rare boy.
Boy, that's right, just go out and meet him.
Rarity boy.
Paul Mountain, I'm out.