I didn't use you but I wish I had
I never liked you but I wish I did
Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
Or your southern hospitality
Your voice has a singsong quality
And bones were made to be broken
Yes, all right, I can
With sunburned lips I can bitch
About another stupid summer
Paste eaters like this sad season
Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tongues
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