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Marie must think it's funny
She's happy all the time
Because she gets your money
When I want us to rhyme

Out there you both sit
With your kids having fun
While you, I don't get
Glad I don't have a gun

Or I'd put it in my mouth
Pull back the trigger fast
Then when I was 6 feet down south
Let's see how long her laughing lasts

She is not my friend
All foe to me
She will come to her end
While I will live to see

Her face finally stiff as a board
The blood drained from her skin
Her spirit down to Satan's hoard
Let her laugh, it doesn't mean she'll win.

4/29/2006 2025 cj

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