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a young trollop named staceyV
laid her heart out for dwellars to see
hoping we'd sympathize
instead she was crucified
we spit on her soul, don't you see
MY version:
i came to the cellar to see
if a kind hearted soul could help me.
i got some advise and some people weren't nice,
but of spit on my soul, i am free.
twas my husband who was doused in phlegm,
and that's why you won't see him again,
but i'll stick around , though to hell i'll be bound,
and i know when to shut up, the end.
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