| I like to fuck, but no French letter
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| Without a condom, the sex is better
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| But every time I get it in
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| A baby cries and sometimes twins
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| I have six kids and I don’t like it
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| They eat too much and treat me like shit
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| They only wear Posh label clothes
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| If you give one hand, they bite off both
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| And all my friends, they have big cars
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| Big mansions, too, and smoke the fine cigars
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| They have deep pockets, I don’t know why
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| I look in my purse and start to cry
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| Why?
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| I hate my life, and I hate you
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| I hate my wife, and her boyfriend, too
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| I hate to hate, and I hate that
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| I hate my life so very bad
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| I hate my kids, never thought
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| That I’d praise abort
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| Praise abort
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| Praise abort
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| I like to fuck, but now French letter
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| 'Cause without kids, life is so much better
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| So in the end, I got forced
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| To stay away from female intercourse
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| I hate my life, and I hate you
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| I hate my wife, and her boyfriend, too
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| I hate to hate, and I hate that
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| I hate my life so very bad
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| I hate my kids, never thought
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| That I’d praise abort
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| Praise abort
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| Praise abort
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| Say goodbye, say goodbye
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| We rise up, up to the sky
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| Say goodbye, we’ll come back
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| Soon as pretty butterflies
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| Make you cry
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| I hate my life, and I hate you
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| I hate my wife, and my boyfriend, too
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| I hate to hate, and I hate that
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| I hate myself so very bad
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| I hate my offspring, never thought
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| That I’d praise abort
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| I praise abort
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| I praise abort |