She does not nag nag nag
she takes a bath every day
she is not gay one day and
crooked the next she knows
how to cook my noodles, is
it so hard to understand not
wanting to play doctor with
the nurse who contributed
to the mess in my head I am
not dead and she does not
make me feel that way so I
guess yea, you are fired... :)
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