“It ain’t what I expected,” she gripes.
“I don’t mind being rooted, but cripes!
It just doesn’t seem fair,
That you’ve stuck it in there,
Where the sun never shines, in me tripes!”
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“It ain’t what I expected,” she gripes.
“I don’t mind being rooted, but cripes!
It just doesn’t seem fair,
That you’ve stuck it in there,
Where the sun never shines, in me tripes!”