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| This is the man | |
| Isn't he fine? | |
| was to maim and to mangle | |
| Now I'm out | |
| The name I made, | |
| The only trouble is, | |
| She is the one. | |
| Such passion and grace. | |
| When I'm right in her tight embrace! | |
| I'll never let her go. | |
| Can only grow. | |
| No. | |
| Cause there's | |
| He | |
| She | |
| Say 'housework' and | |
| She eat these skeazy cheese that | |
| I talk; | |
| She doesn't know what | |
| His penis got | |
| The vibe | |
| Like she thinks | |
| Like it's all | |
| Like her toes | |
| But it's all very well, | |
| When things get rough, | |
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| Now look! He's getting huffy, | |
| She clings. | |
| She's also really greedy. She never- | |
| This is my verse, | |
| She- Look at me! | |
| You know | |
| My knight in armor. | |
| With your lips as red as rubies | |
| He's swell. | |
| He'll always be | |
| That's why I'll never tell her that | |
| I've read this tale, | |
| I know there'll come a day | |
| I lied. | |
| I've tried, | |
| Is she looking for | |
| Will I look good | |
| Will our lives become to stressful | |
| When I get so worn and wrinkly | |
| Am I crazy? Am I dreamin'? | |
| We can really raise the beam | |
| So thank God I'll never tell! | |
| My lips are sealed. | |
| Nothing to see. | |
| I'll never | |
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