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I will not Come home Tonight


I will not Come home tonight
I was involved in a fight
At the bar there was this girl Bridgit
I bought her beer
And called her dear
But she went home with Sam. 
 
I nursed my wound
And said it is well
Then in walked Mel
And i forgot my state
I bought her meat
Then she asked me outside to wait
She was joining me in a bit
But in vain it was. 
 
I said it is well
And moved to the street
And checked the call girls in secret
Until i saw Julie
And I lost the plot
I begged for her pot
And she allowed my ship to dock in her port. 
 
Then she asked for her dues
And for my trouser i searched in the  dew
But alas it was gone
I begged her to listen
But then she screamed
The cops landed
And in chains i was bounded
They say it was rape
So tell my wife
I will not come home tonight.
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