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You put poison in my soup, you put devils in my dreams,hid your snakes in all my sockets, raised your spiders in my pockets, and you brought home for my birthday a venereal disease… give me love, give me love, oh please?!
You said: “Baby let’s get married!”.
You said: “Baby let’s get lost!”.
I said: “Honey! I don’t mean maybe!”.
You said: “Maybe, maybe, maybe. Perhaps! I don’t know… can it be? Is it so?”.
Well, nevermind, I’ve got to go.

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