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Nov 2014
I wish i was a doctor
To have you surgically removed
I'd stitch it up quite nicely
I shan't be bleeding
Nor will I be bruised
If i must
I'll do it limb by limb
I don't care if you don't make it
I'll i need is you off my body
I think you're a disease
Threatening to choke
I'm dying on my knees
Beebz The Queen
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Beebz The Queen
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