Marry me he said, God, he's ugly, But fortune is ours Running in the gardens, Enjoying men, women And flowers Then I break a glass And I slit my Most innermost thigh So then I can pretend That I'm menstru... Well, unavailable.
My life is arranged, But this union's deranged So I'll fuck who I choose For I've nothing to lose And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again
Oh what beautiful Things I'll wear What beautiful Dresses and hair I'm lucky to Share his bed Especially since I’ll soon be dead
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