What a prat am I
I have paid far too much
For a load of rubbish and poo
I was taken for ride
have dented my pride
I feel angry sad and blue
I thought it was a bargain
I thought it was the bee's knees
Full of honey and wine
But, now I find I don't really
Want this to be mine, anytime.
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