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Danny Boy


When I was only eighteen,

I met a boy name Danny.

He took me to a stream,

And we talked and talked about Fetty (Wap).

He was only twenty-one,

And went to a school called UW Madison.

Oh, and he supported Trump,

That was bad, just my luck.

Oh Danny boy,

Was I just your little toy?

Probably, but I don't care.

Probably, but I dont care.

Then time flew and you turned twenty-three.

I was only maybe twenty.

Oh how I missed you,

Oh you wouldn't even know.

Oh Danny boy,

Was I just your little toy?

Probably, but I don't care.

Probably, but I dont care. 

 

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