| Young child without parents, it's not wrong, it's heartbreaking
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| It saddens me, it's funny... I ponder this information:
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| “Meredith, say, say?
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| Too small, say, say?
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| She grew up in canteens a key around her neck
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| No ring the matins, she's tall, that's all
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| She dreams, dreams, dreams
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| Of a brief truce
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| Meredith the nympho gets screwed by a crowd
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| It's funny it's not fake, get pretty like a hen
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| “She is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
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| Need her, them, wings.”
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| In the clubs she rolls, drool comes out
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| Her shovels are rolling, she's drunk, she's cooing under the ball
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| Be zealous, zealous, zealous
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| Burn his wings, wings, wings
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| Meredith on the bar welcomes revelers
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| Her thighs part, her stockings spin...
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| Confess, spank, spank
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| Let her, let her, let her
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| She hands out hearts, don't look at bodies
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| She conceals fears no matter the setting
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| “Meredith, say, say
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| Where do you live, dick, dick?”
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| A queen of the night embellished by alcohol, she dreams of him, of laying down her flat
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| So she dance, dance, dance
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| In a trance, dance, dance
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| She pearls from the forehead, a drop on every sound
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| Guys face her doubts between boobs
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| She yells, yells, yells
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| "You're not alone, alone, alone."
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| She dreams of the fields, the grass, the wind
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| She throws up her subway and her exhausts
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| “Meredith come home quickly!
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| When you spit, spit, spit.”
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| One foot on a chair, air on your face
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| A body in clay, she looks at the pictures...
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| “Meredith, say, say?
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| Are you leaving us, leaving us, leaving us?"
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| She plunges from the fifth with a smile on her lips
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| She soaks up life and its wonders to the hundredth
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| "Meredith, are you avoiding me?"
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| I see ghosts, white doggies
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| They support the bruise of your neck all white
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| I bit into my pet's apple when
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| She was in my movie in my zoom, get the hell out! |