Every man needs a tit to suckle
But some days I'm sure my legs will just buckle
Good morning, mister magpie, how's the lady wife?
You've been sitting there for years now, studying my life
You may as well just build a nest here
Good fucking luck, because I still can't rest here
Nine of your brothers perched in my past
They were right for a while but I knew it couldn't last
But moon be full tonight and I will find my bride
She'll be good to me and she will love to ride
And she might make mistakes but I know I will too
Because we can't all be whole and bright like you
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