Love me for my every flaw-You have to (!) as it is the law
To indulge me without a hint of fight
Or I'll have you placed in jail tonight.
I hate to sound like a broken loop
But these hands can break chips into tortilla soup...
And if that doesn't shake you to the core
I'll shift your keester out the door
Unless you promise here and now
to never again call me a cow
or curse my name under duress
even when I cause you stress.
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