me auntie came to visit
made dresses all sequined
you'd hear something explicit
as her fingers they got pinned
hour upon hour
stitch after every ouch
shed take a boiling shower
and blood stains on the couch
that lovely sequined dress
was meant to have a crest
to be honest it was a mess
in the end she confess
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