Right Between The Sound Machine
Jasmine veiled with jinxed jewels
Justified my own escape.
Me a genie serving a 5-year sentence
In the Disney Dungeons.
My lawyer was Tinkerbell's uncle.
Recovering alcoholic.
Not so recovering if you ask me.
But back to Jasmine.
She caused such a commotion
It gave me a way out.
The Magic Carpet was waiting for her
But found me. I hopped on.
And like some Arabian Uber
There was a man already "on board"
Named John Kay. And the rest is history.
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