If I had a dime
for all the times
I was called trailer trash,
I'd surely drown in cash
If I had a dime
for all the times
I saw bruises as art,
oh, with an unhealed heart
If I had a dollar,
four times I called her
To tell her I made the switch-
rag doll to rich b*tch
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