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say this for Justine
though sweet she often turns mean
Justine wasn't keen
on men who might misuse her
she kept track of where they were

worked the bar and grill
at the bottom of West Hill
bears beer, food  and bills
while avoiding groping hands
inappropriate demands

brimming with desire
education to acquire
her words rained fire
on weak lover wannabes
her mind was set on degrees

good with song and hype
Nate was the most charming type
many hearts he'd swiped
seasonal sailor he be
from the isle of Wannasea

girl as fine as she
Nate thought he would never see
approached cautiously
in short few summer months time
into Justine's arms he'd climbed

not quite thinking straight
her plans were going to wait
mind too full of Nate
with defenses gone astray
she’s in the family way

when Nate got the news
off to his island he flew
to wife with child due
now Justine was sore perplexed
how she'd let her life get wrecked

thinking turned less straight
future plans will have to wait
mind's filled up with hate
she'd let her defenses down
burning anger what she'd found

she began to stew
vengeful thoughts began to brew
she found Nate's venue
he was sailing out of Kent
on the train to Kent she went

with bollock dagger
hid in purse she did stagger
as vengeance drags her
to the pier Nate's boat resides
where in the shadows she hides

can see in Nate's eyes
he's caught fully by surprise
when Justine he spies
too hastily Nate exclaims
"but baby, I can explain"

just left of sternum
Justine plunges dagger in
"to hell return him"
hot revenge served a la carte
Justine punctures Nate's cold heart

now if truth be told
Justine pocketed Nate's billfold
rushed away quite bold
to a place I will not say
why don’t we leave it that way

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