Drugery Doo
Drudgery doo
Drudgery drudgery doo.
I am life’s mule
when there is so much to do, drudgery doo.
Impossible to please
how can I leave?
Can’t leave
impossible to please.
Because
there is nothing left of me…
safely divided into three.
Three of me
Baby
Sister
and she.
All of them a part of me.
Drudgery drudgery doo.
I am life’s mule
when there is so much to do, drudgery doo.
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