| She came in smelling of cabbages
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| Pumpkin roots and all winters ravages
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| She came in around dawn, took her coat off
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| Burdened down by the Russian winter
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| Felt the warmth of the hearth
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| Bathed a while naked in hot water
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| Wash away imminent disaster
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| Thinking through her today and the murder
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| Of the bailiff and landowner
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| Felt no shame only gain
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| Cleansed the pike, peeled all the potatoes
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| Beetroots ripe for bellies of gigolos
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| Served it up for her son and her daughter
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| For the last time she imagines
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| Reprobates lie in wait
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| Baby bye-bye
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| (Bye-bye bye-bye)
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| Skybaby
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| Skybaby
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| Bye-bye baby
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| Sweet vigilante
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| Bye-bye baby
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| Skybaby
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| Bye-bye baby
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| Sweet vigilante
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| Baby bye-bye |