She Was a Pict
I got ripped
Then I tripped
Not the one you call a stumble
Read the script
Then I flipped
We were headed for a rumble
First I kicked
And got nicked
My mind was in a jumble
She was red lipped
And unzipped
She took me for a tumble
She was a Pict
That I picked
An ancient kind of people
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