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Slaughtered by the innocent blood lost long ago
Her reputation drops like soap in a male correctional facility
Tying up the oak tree, chasing fancy cars
Her leash finally snapped like yesterdays twig
I'm sorry to see your wife is back
The bomb on this town has been dropped by your top head look
Shrug your shoulders,
Stop whining bro, next time double knot the noose,
Make sure the doors come in with double locks
Stop crying that the ***** is back
Do yourself a favor, and just let her in
Love
Bell
Copyright © Belly Bell | Year Posted 2014
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