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Life right now is a sorry state
But at times its been great
I'd be okay except for Fate
Upon my nerves she does grate

Don't like her but I wouldn't sat hate
If I do she'll add more freight
Trust me boys, no good blind date
If I say more she'll be irate

Out the door running late
The car I drive it's a crate
Hope it starts without debate
I'll be lucky if it goes straight

Down the road at a terrible rate
Missing a kid, a car, a gate
Don't slow down I will tailgate
Cop on my tail my plans deflate

Steps from his car at six-foot-eight
Badge on his chest shining gold plate
Walking up with his steady gate
Thank you sir here's your court date

 Before the courtroom I'm prostrate
Judge got mad chopped me as bait
Now stuck in jail, thought I'd skate
Ten more days until I pass that gate

One more time I will restate
Understand I won't translate
No matter what you think of Fate
You don't want her for your soulmate

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