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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