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On Hire
Though your dough is plentiful
And you never leave me short
I cant stand this life no longer
Where my love is being bought
Crush me, dont bribe me
I admit I've done you wrong
Why dont you punish me,
Show me you can be strong?
Instead you ply me with goodies
Try like mad to keep me sweet
Yet you know I never loved you
You never swept me off my feet
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Thursday 23rd July 2020 10:49 am
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