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With the wasp women on her heels 
Thackray needed to cut a deal 
In order to keep enjoying sorority gourmet prepaid meals 
Taking a seat to watch Jay 
She had a lot to say 
This is not a late night stalk show 
It is some sort of garage I don’t know 
Taking a shot of Claret wine
Worrying about being declined 
Spirit going right through 
Like hammers to a screw 
There had to be something she could do 
To stay out of trouble 
In her fantasy bubble 
“Maybe if I find a collection 
I will not get a rejection” 
From Jay 
Manipulating her way 
Feeling very bold 
That is how Thackray dealt with that goal 
Reflecting upon her model acting when it was on a roll 
Wolves displaced from their home 
Wandering around all alone 
Getting into the night 
Stuck in the blades still in a fight 
Until the final ticks on the clock 
When the steel men gave Wolverhampton a shock 
A reason to seek refuge in Burnley 
Using a glass as a tour net key
Citizens knew it was time to stop the bleeding 
When Royals from Newcastle stop by for a meeting
It turned into a goal oriented beating 
Netting five feeling real cool 
Attitude very high in the sky blue 
Solidifying being ready for the champions’ league pool

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