There is a girl
She lies all day
She has a punch
Like Cassius Clay
My poor left eye
Was blue and red
My dear old love
Her how to wed?
She has a bag
And pepper spray
It really burned
On my soft skin
What did I do
To pay that sin
There is this girl
She does want kids
She kicked my balls
I closed my lids
There is this girl
She has no fuse
I do confess
She is my muse
There is this girl
She gives me pain
Without her
I'd have no gain
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