Whenever he is high
He goes off key
Makes me cry
And no one will console me
When he is not drunk
He is still a beast
His fist enjoys on my trunk
Like a child delights at the feast
He goes off key
Makes me cry
And no one will console me
When he is not drunk
He is still a beast
His fist enjoys on my trunk
Like a child delights at the feast
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