Beats International — Ten Long Years

My baby, she insults all my friends This lady, with islands to defend My baby, she rules our house with force She plagues me, I wish I could divorce Playing football with my feelings Making mince-meat of my friends Divorce is far too good for you It's death that us must part, Honey Oh for these ten long years to end My baby, I never tried to wed Someone held a shotgun to my head And lately I've little cause to smile Ever since she goose-stepped down the aisle My baby, she walked out in the end Basically she'd shafted all her friends But major peace without her won't be found Till my sweetheart's rotting underground


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