She told me she loved me.
and maybe she did, but she was too fickle a vixen.
She wanted it all, but couldn’t choose.
She ended up on the curb,
and blubbered all the way back to her Mama’s.
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She told me she loved me.
and maybe she did, but she was too fickle a vixen.
She wanted it all, but couldn’t choose.
She ended up on the curb,
and blubbered all the way back to her Mama’s.
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Kicked to the curb. Nice. She should have learned to be satisfied.
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An apt fate for such a woman
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