Well they took my little lady
And they threw her in the sea
It doesn’t really matter much to me
She, it turns out, was whoring seven to three
And she was pregnant without my baby
Bitching constantly
Well they took my little lady
And they threw her in the sea
They say she was a thief
But she’d never stolen me
It doesn’t really
Matter to me
You know she
Bitched constantly
Well you know my little lady:
She is so clumsy.
She got drunk, tripped,
And accidentally fell into the sea
You know it doesn’t really
Matter to me
Because she
Bitched constantly
© John Ratliff 2006
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