Second Thoughts
A foolish, young man from Duluth
Spent all of his money on Ruth.
She's grateful of course.
He's filled with remorse,
And now must face up to the truth.
January bills are now due.
Year's taxes are coming up too,
Taxes and charged bills,
Most he head for hills?
Bills don't pay themselves it is true.
Written by: Female, ring size 8
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