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You made me a whore In the guise of romance Blond, blue-eyed Skin like a porcelain god Decent enough to pass For a real boyfriend With your gentlemanly Opening of doors And your macho job Operating a bus All you wanted I willingly gave For the things you paid The giant buffets The bowling games Then a stroke took away Half the man you were Left your right hand Right foot paralyzed I wonder what you can still do With your good hand and foot Ninety pounds gone The spark still in your eyes

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