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swinging from the wheel of a plane
in infra red light
my bloomers and petticoats are supposed to protect me
but who will protect me from myself
while were grooming a horse in the hay barn
oh no hes exposed me
and beaten me with his belt
but i chose to be there rather than the drug den
this leaves me in no doubt where i belong
and the fruits of this are sweet
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