We are married to our Chava even though he is young
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Now I can't go to town with my friends for a beer
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I have to buy her stuffed candies
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So that I don't cry when I stay to play longer soni
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When he goes to work, the bell rings for me
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I put the coffee on the bun and remove the salt
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Because she doesn't really like when the buns are very salty
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By chance, there were no others in the bakery this morning
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When he comes from the slag, I prepare a complete lunch
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Then he lays down and rests while I go for a walk
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Multiple times a day because he has to pee
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When she cooks there is nothing but hot dogs
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But it doesn't matter, it's great to be married
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Tomorrow we go to visit her other grandmother
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To the cemetery near the first, at the end of the fatherless
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I grew a mustache and a bow
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In the evening, play cards with a colleague from work
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I can never get enough of this kind of good banter
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Where I was last night guess twice
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Looking at the Discovery when the mammoth gnawed
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And I was a rapper straight out of the ghetto
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Now I go to the market and walk in my slippers
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And I was a rapper straight out of the ghetto
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Now I go to the market and walk in my slippers
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My friends invited me to Sava that evening
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Let's sip brandy and smoke the device
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I'm not even allowed to mention weed in front of my wife |
Let alone being on a raft all night
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I told them I wouldn't because I was massaging the woman's head
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That my stomach hurts and I wake up is a slag
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The night cream proudly stands on her face
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I don't even think about sex because today is not Wednesday
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And so every day I'm completely done
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A little more and I forget the fine taste of beer
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I'm already used to ginger juice
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When he comes back from Pilates, he drinks half a liter
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She also goes to yoga regularly
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I don't know what he does with the coach after that
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But always contact me by message on mob
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To clean the bathroom and pour water into the bathtub
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And I was a rapper straight out of the ghetto
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Now I go to the market and walk in my slippers
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And I was a rapper straight out of the ghetto
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Now I go to the market and walk in my slippers |