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I wish I was a murderer
they are very cool
what can I do what can I do
I wish I could slaughter and be applauded by friends
but I am weak and faint
There is nothing I can do about my constitution
I also don’t agree with prostitution
I need to go to the hills
wearing my high heels
With all those terribly boring people
who don’t kill
That’s the end of my stupid song
I’m going to become friends
with a Christian monk
She is a man’s best friend
taken out of the master’s rib
chirping bird
of catholic church
oh, that’s fine, as long as she doesn’t call me
can’t stand her village voice
it’s really low but she tries to make it high and sweet what sounds like cacophony
when He comes
the meateater
the wisest pig-butcher in the village
and she bows
good, he provided her with the opportunity to have a ‘woman’ in the house
like a cow gives milk and chicken gives eggs
so is a woman to wash and clean
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