I'm full of love,
and it makes my clothes too tight,
and they're getting tighter every day.
My belly extends
because of all the love inside
that I can't get rid of,
that nobody wants.
I don't care what you do for a living,
because I'm not even living
without you or you or you,
tickets, waitress, Kate
or lady-yet-unknown.
I have so much to offer,
love by the pound,
but all she and she and she see(s)
is a ton of disappointment.
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