and he was steam,
hot and clean.
oh babe, you're a charmer
a disarmer of all the armor
I've been wearing around the house
like a cross on a necklace
all my troubled years,
he couldn't give a fuck
my fondness of beer,
he thinks he's in luck
and I'm starting to believe he is.
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