And thank Lord he hid his face
Else he would not have a face
I'd have stuck into his face
This hot hot wrought iron bar.
I opened his suitcase, his drawers
And found, would you believe it!
Tons of love letters he wrote to lovers
Tons of love letters he got from bimbos
Unbeknownst to me he was a big rat
A rotten, rotten stinking rat and I
Thought he really dearly loved me!
God speed to hell.
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