Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained on whip cream lies
I feel that if I had been uglier
It would have been easier
There, there, there, there
There it sat, blinked and spat
In a black feather hat and said, The rat
Like a red bouquet, slim swinger
It would have fit her better but no red letter
No red letter
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the Heartache
Just for her sake
Gruesome

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