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Feb 2011
Like sticks and stones
You'll break my bones
I'll scream before you strike me

And flinch and groan
Drunk off patron
You thought that you could buy me

I'm not some drone
That'll grunt and moan
Just so that you'll like me

And If you don't condone
You're on your own
Your stupid *** can bite me
Written by
Sarah Michelle
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