In the end, she began to get cross.
She’d stop rootin’ him, show him who’s boss!
Serve him right, fuckin’ round,
Just like most men, she’d found,
But he’d prob’ly just shrug, say “your loss”.
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In the end, she began to get cross.
She’d stop rootin’ him, show him who’s boss!
Serve him right, fuckin’ round,
Just like most men, she’d found,
But he’d prob’ly just shrug, say “your loss”.