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by Laura-Ann Peterson

she has him again
one day it'll be me
don't know when
have to wait and see

she's so cold
not at all warm
he treats her like gold
laying on the charm

she can only make him cry
doesn't care at all
even so he holds her high
she waits for his fall

she keeps in his place
which is down
laughing in his face
making him the clown

"she" is a bottle of beer
I wish he was here
but

she has him again
one day it'll be me
don't know when
have to wait and see

Once upon a time it mattered - a long time ago
- but it was a competition I couldn't win

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