He called again
a talking brick wall
wacking at the cracks
like a neanderthal
your ooga-booga baby, he
wouldn’t do any harm;
it hurts him more than you
and when he walks all over
at least he wipes his feet...
He called again:
I’m so sorry
so sorry, but
I feel strong,
my feelings so strong;
so
it’s no wonder I have to club you:
I have to show you...
how I love you
--so get off the floor
and cook a nice dinner
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