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It's your birthday cloudy day
Thanks for taking my man away
To your house where he runs
When the parties with me's done

How does it make you feel
That you're a parasite who makes me ill
Like a tape worm eating my food
You keeping him there's just plain rude

You should have asked him to move on
Once his romantic love for you was gone
But you hold on homely as can be
To take my Michael away from me

I have not seen you
Even though you've put me through
More than Satan there in hell
Does it make your faith there well

Thinking you are doing right
While you have our Holy Love fight
With just some words you could move him on
And since you won't you're devil spawn.

12/31/2006 0230 cj

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