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Three possible ways to leave your lover |
| Endings 1 In this love of ours You're like a hen sitting upon an egg; But it will never hatch, And I've an itch to scratch, So your leave I must beg. 2 You are too much Your own woman To be the one for me; So I'm leaving now, And God Bless you And all who sail with thee. 3 I have been an assistant In your orgasm Phantasm Since long, long ago; You've led me here And led me there, And instructed me blow by blow. But now I'm leaving, It's really time to go. The world's my stage And I'm starring in a show. |