| In background — «Do what I have to»
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| Remember Emily?
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| In a long dress one summers day she said yes
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| Now every special requests requires another
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| So many times it feels endless, a big yes
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| Branded red on each breast
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| But she selfless out there
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| Doing her best strangest scene
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| Nobody seemed to be impressed.
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| The more she do for this fool
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| The more she behind schedule
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| Had no fun for so long
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| Old records turned her onto High School flings
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| And she was full of daring
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| Colorful hair used to wear thirteen rings
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| Now she staring gludgery
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| Full in the face and accepts it as her place
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| And just incase there’s anything she missed,
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| She recheck the list
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| Does it over again,
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| To make sure it’s spotless.
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| Jimmy longed for how it used to be,
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| She was viscous and volatile
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| She was feisty, iced tea was the tipple never asked nicely
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| Her lips used to Curl down ever so slightly, impolite,
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| Fire burned bright behind the Oakley,
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| We just had to get to grips.
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| After a few long sipped juice begin to lose flavour,
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| She no longer gets to savor being consumed.
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| Jimmy sleeps drunk in the other room still in his shoes Escaping head long into
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| the booze,
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| The whole house vibrating with the changes of moods.
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| From feisty she turned into being nice to me In the old days he’d of been wearing Ice T,
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| Jimmy Cradles times return,
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| She was fine and so beautifully unconcerned.
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| Jimmy Told her on the day he quit
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| You don’t love me you love the relationship
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| Me?
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| I’m the prodeney product of Misogheny,
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| Jimmy and Emily Harmogeny |