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little bird little scared
all huddled up eyes averting
eyes avert and she looks away
play shy
play bashful
play puppy play
look how many tricks this bitch knows
look how many tricks this bitch turns
and she thinks she's a sly one
all no one's gonna catch me
no sir ever
runaway puppy
tail tucked between her legs
a spot covering more than her own
fly nest never look back
truck off far and eyes straight and narrow
keeping that head up
and my ain't that a new trick
but she's not foolin' nobody
no f-f-f-fucking way she's foolin'
paper chests paper nests
unopened letters line the bed
she's too much in a hurry
to oh oh he's a helluva monster
just look how much his cheeks have sunk
but she forget herself
leaving all in a fuss
she's all fissy and huh huh no man
and he's fidgety you know
like too many smokes
too many smokes
he didn't show up with no bullets
nope not this time
but he is armed with these checking account numbers ©

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