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Hennessy


If i could get rid of anything in the world.

I would get rid of Henessy.

 

With a bottle of Henessy

a pregnant lady

can go crazy

and lose a baby

who maybe

would've made it safely

 

With a bottle of Henessy

a drunken father can give his family hell

as he begins to yell

all in his daughter's face and she can't stand the smell

oh well

it's like he's under a spell

 

With a bottle of Henessy

comes a lot of hurt hearts and black eyes

and bruises covered with makeup like a disguise

I 

wish he would pick on someone his own size

I'm just a child

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