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Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then |
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Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when |
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I was in his bed, and my father had sold me |
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I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and |
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When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded |
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And when I am buried at least I was married |
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I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior |
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But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear |
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What beautiful dresses and hair |
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I'm lucky to share his bed |
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Especially since I'll soon be dead |
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Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours |
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Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers |
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Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh |
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So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable |
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My life is arranged but this union's deranged |
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So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose |
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And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again |
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Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear |
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What beautiful dresses and hair |
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I'm lucky to share his bed |
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Especially since I'll soon be dead |
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When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow |
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Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow |
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We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger |
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Or at least until husband finds someone younger |
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Yes, fertilization is part of my station |
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I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation |
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Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers |
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But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's! |
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But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear |
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What beautiful dresses and hair |
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I'm lucky to share his bed |
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Especially since I'll soon be dead |
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What beautiful things I'll wear |
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What beautiful dresses and hair |
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I'm lucky to share his bed |
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So why do I wish I was... |
