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they say it's no big deal girlshe's just one 's' shy of a she, surehey it's only wordsthey why is it he instead of heralways you're moaningkick start that broken down brainin your headget smart why believe every word that you've readget straight the feminine figures in factamen, hey menshe's oh so welcome to flock in the namebut it's his rib, her blameshe found the answer but the questionremains, why is it his bush in flames?til her master's voice is a personal choicethe good book could be betteri'd like to sail on a ship named Franktil the good lord's setting sun sanki'd vote labour from my birthwhile man is overboard and woman paidunder her worthkick start that broken down brainin your headget smart why believe every word that you've readget straight the feminine figures in factamen, hey menshe's oh so welcome to flock in the namebut it's his rib, her blameshe found the answer but the questionremains, why is it his bush in flames?til her master's voice is a personal choicethe good book could be better
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