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We have no money left to spend On this one thing you can depend, So if you want to buy some stuff, I’d have to say, my dear, that’s tough. Now playing basketball is cool, Our daughter does it after school. She says the other kids play rough, I’d have to say, my dear, that’s tough. Our cats don’t like their new dry food, it puts them in a lousy mood, so going hungry they will bluff, I’d have to say, my dear, that’s tough. My wife she cooked some steak tonight And thought she had it cooked just right. I chewed but couldn’t chew enough, I’d have to say, my dear, that’s tough!
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