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One, two
One, two, three
She’s a latter day saint
But she’s a Saturday sinner
Suicide Sunday dessert for weekends drinking her dinner
The worry keeps her slender
The pills keep her awake
Her man can’t make her happy but he helps to still the shakes
Met her boyfriend at the bar, said he’d stick to beer
Said I could keep the cocktails, martinis taste like tears
I asked if he would leave her
What with all the grief
He passed the pitcher back to me and asked what I believe

  • Joined: March 2012
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