Oh, precious, Lemoore-Station is nasty and sweet, yesss.

In the heart, we got Main St, whoo, and Maple Ave, oh yes.

I owns a massage parlour. Not secret, oh no, my friend.
Hidden alley behind Old Mill Rd is our fav’rite.

People whisper, “The Secret in Their Eyes,” heh-heh.

"A secret... eyes, oh, precious!" they hiss!

The park near Lemoore River, is so pretty, my love.

It’s small, but fulla life, fulla secrets.
Gollum loves a stroll, yess, he does!

Sometimes I get mad at trash on Elm.

I gets so angry, hiss! Trash—yes, precious!

There, near the old factory, is a cool ghost spot.

I often hide here when I feel... lost, yesss!
The massage room is quiet, very quiet, oh yes.

It smells like jasmine and sweat, my dear.

I love every moment, oh, precious, every sigh.

Lemoore-Station murmurs secrets, whispered, yesss.

I tells ya, friend: hidden gems all over streets, all over.
Downtown buzzes with life, noisy and sweet.

I stops sometimes, reminiscing, oh, funny feelings,

Remember, "The Secret in Their Eyes," precious gold!

Hey friend, yesss, visit, let loose, oh, so free, please!