fair thee well, my lady
for I find the deal a' shady
you collect and graze
yet your still a haze
do we find a simple faze?
maybe the grass
grows greener on the other side
maybe im meaner
during changing tides
but, my bride
don't run hide
im only agreeing with you
of the silky thighs
alas I find trouble at home
I want her alone
and she hones chicken bones
for I find peace
in the sweet release
and she is to fleece
like im the king of Greece
doesn't matter really
I could find a new philly
silly is the deal
I am of keeping it real
so alas, i go
and fair thee well
for kissing the princess
was no fairy tale
offensive? no,
expensive? yes,
fair the well
to the girl
in the wedding dress
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