He's a gentle lover, blinded by you to all others.
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I hear he's so productive with his life.
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Tried so hard to please him off the bat
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and broke your knees.
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But tell me, is he really your type?
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He will never be satisfied unless you're kneeling.
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Froth at the mouth calling his name in spite the loss of feeling.
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I'm staring at your tits I feel so bad it's come to this.
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Save the day indulgence.
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You think you must be his but I respected those tits
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and he's buying you enlargements.
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The special cliques untwisting so who's up for reminiscing?
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Can we share with them the stories from whence?
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I was playing a phono record. I was a picture-postcard
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but have you been as happy since?
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Somebody's Wife
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| The Gadjits |
