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February 27, 2017
Don’t let her go to your Ethel’s,
she’ll give her something we can’t give.
She’ll spoil her and make her dissatisfied,
and make her hell on earth to live with.
Don’t let her go to your Ethel’s,
she’ll only get into her mind,
and give her false hope and aspirations,
that when she returns, she won’t leave behind.
Don’t let her go to your Ethel’s,
we’ll bring her up our own way,
scratching each crumb together-
there is nothing more to say.
Don’t let her go to your Ethel’s –
but too late our cry of distress!
She’s already besotted with her thinking,
more so than if we hadn’t cared less!
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