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side a

you met him at a bar

i met him through a scar

when he came back to town he smelt like you

listening to Fiona Apple like a addict with her needles

I hope for your sake he's not laying his hands on you, Mabel

I'm sure he's good in the sheets

until he hits you with his cleats

side b

I hope sex with her is like shredded chicken

is it because she fakes her orgasms?

is she going to have all of your babies the motherboard rejected

you were poison ivy all over my body

kept the red hair, left the man