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I remember the first day I saw love,
it was the day before I asked whether they cleaned their autoclave.
Now one would say you nasty little thing just behave.
But I exists in a world of only the willing and the brave.
I think all the way back to the seeming beginning of creation at
home by the fire in their cave.
I take one look at my man and only think one thing, he something I
utterly crave.
Just glad his name isn’t Dave
I think of when I first thought of my job here as a simple galley
slave.
But my inner most turmoil and depression I will take to my grave.
We have nice treats here that I can simply microwave.
More and more every day that passes I simply want to misbehave.
My world lately makes me cry in this complete world and a new wave.
I ponder the thoughts that somehow over everyone I simply just
happened to outbrave.
Pave my way to the rave.
The way men simply just endlessly shave.
Some days I feel like a painful slave.
Just want to say onto my next piece with a little wave.
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