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DOWN TO SIZE
Born into poverty
Mama was ashamed
Papa he was desperate
One day he went away
A string of short encounters
Followed in his wake
She settled for a pistol whipping pistol whipping son of a snake
Snake
Tears in her eyes
Sometimes late at night she tries
Tries to unravel
The reason for her short and screwed up life
Years have gone by
Still sometimes at night she cries
Caught in a time warp
Well and truly cut down to size
She got a job in burger bar
Working every night
She studied all day
It seemed the only way
Till a tiny little accident
Caused her to inflate
She settled for a pistol whipping pistol whipping son of a snake
Snake
Tears in her eyes
Sometimes late at night she tries
Tries to unravel
The reason for her short and screwed up life
Years have gone by
Still sometimes at night she cries
Caught in a time warp
Well and truly cut down to size
This is her karma
Treading the treadmill once again
Once again
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