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you sexist pig you stupid fool
how dare you tell me what to do
you nag and pick
it feels like your provocting me with a stick
you turn around to say o poor me
but you don't know that i count the days until im free
year and a half more years is what i say
but how i pray that it is today
i long for the time when i'm on my own
with someplace i feel safe and can call home
a flat of my own is what i dream
you have never seen someone so keen
to get away from there childhood home
just so they can be on there own
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