Joy (cithra) wrote,
Joy
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for all those barbers

Let me call you sweetheart til this song is done
Let me whisper softly you're this moment's one
While you're meek and pliant I'll coo in your ear -
Develop a thought or a will of your own
And I'll label you Fridgidaire...

(and for faintheart, who will understand.)
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