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by Kaylalala Mar 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
You"ll Sit Here With a glass of beer A drink yourself to sleep She won't make a peep As you touch her thigh She'll tell a lie So she won't be killed And she'll get drilled By you her step-father Her mother won't bother Because she doesn't know Because it doesn't show That her new mate Then your daughter is late She wont tell you Because You never knew She was going to have a baby And just maybe She won't lie to you And she'll tell you what's true Your husband raped her And she was sure It was his baby Not a maybe