My girl hss dumped me
For
some hirsute Brute
I
was gob smacked
I
said strewth Ruth
You
can’t leave me for him
Not
this prick Mick
Well
he wanted to fight for her
But
I called a truce Bruce
I
said I don’t want you to go
To
tell you the truth Ruth
But
you’ve made your choice
And
it’s thick Mick
I
had tears in my eyes
I
was bellowing like a moose Bruce
As
I helped her into her truck
God
I’ll miss that beaut Ute
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