| Geballe/Willcox)
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| Well it’s like this
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| Hamlet said
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| «Get thee to a nunnery, go, farewell, or it thou will’t needs marry, marry
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| A fool; |
| for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. |
| God
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| Has given you one face and you make yourselves another. |
| You jig, you amble
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| And you lisp and nickname God’s creatures and make your wantonness your
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| Ignorance. |
| Go to: I’ll no more on’t: it hath made me mad. |
| To a nunnery go»
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| (drink me)
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| To which Ophelia answered
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| «Oh what a noble mind is here o’erthrown»
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| There’s this woman
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| From the land beyond the shore line
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| The woman who had an affair
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| Cos her man’s attentions were somewhere else
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| In the clouds
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| It all began with her image
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| She thought there was room to improve
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| To win the admiration
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| Of his wandering attentions
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| Instead she discovered part of herself she never knew of
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| The waves come
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| The effect that followed
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| Was like being thrown into the Hawaii surf
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| Oh the glory in the liking of herself
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| She was her own secret admirer
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| She gives herself gifts
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| Giving perpetuates
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| And this person is
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| Truly and faithfully hers alone
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| Roll over my feet
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| Every time she sees her glowing reflections
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| She’s reminded of true devotion
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| But when a golden boy caught her eye
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| Jealously she felt from within
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| Instead of flirting with she ignored him
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| I descend the shore
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| She explores
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| She goes forward
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| And tries new ways
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| And when she’s had enough
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| She tries new tastes
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| And if things get stale
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| With gentle consideration
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| She spits it all away
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| She’s there
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| She cares
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| While down in the gutter pitter patter piss bile and ale
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| There’s this woman
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| On the land beyond the shoreline
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| The woman who had an affair with herself
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| Cos her man’s attentions were somewhere else
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| In the clouds
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| While she was being thrown into the Hawaii surf
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| Hawaii surf
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| Hawaii surf
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| Hawaii surf
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| And the waves drink me |