Excuse me, my friend
I did'nt mean to pull you out of that chair
ruining your preciuos game, of solitare
you have a job to do
just like us
there's nothing else to discuss
you can play
till your hearts desire, on your break,
a king of diamonds you must forsake
I know you have a hot hand
I know it's on fire
yet, I must take this stand
so get out of that chair
make us all aware
you really do care
quit that freakin' game of
solitaire
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