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Loony's got a blister on her chin.
Poor Looney! May the world weep with her.
She's torn by trouble; she just can't win;
God Bless her soul.
Loony's got a blister on her chin,
Where the dimple used to be.
But Loony's still got her share of men;
She's pretty as a peach.
She's tall and fair haired like an Englishman.
Folks like her, they say she's a real card.
But Loony's got a blister on her chin,
And her complexion's marred.
God help Loony, for she's the one in need,
No longer perfect like she could have been.
Poor Looney is not so fair of late.
Because she's got a blister on her chin.
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