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Nov 2011
She tastes like lead
But she moves like honey
Away from my bed
Which could use some money
Oh, the moans and groans we steal
From another place
Where we're truly blissful
Where we're truly harmed
She wastes the wed
But she sings like sirens
Away from my ship
Which could use some dyin'
Oh, the pains and shame we feel
From another place
Where we're truly wanted
Where we're truly hated
And I fear
She smiles in every step
A mummy pretending
To be the mother
Of my unborn child
Lucy Tonic
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