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Stranger-Stranger

Must you paint my face with such disgrace?
You have dotted bruises along my jaw and below my brow.

Stranger-Stranger, let me go or daddy shall hurt you so.
You're very queer, stop touching mommy like daddy do.
I'd advise you to stay away otherwise daddy'll be on you quite soon.

You make me quake, you smell of whiskey and rotten brains, I hate you so... oh yes I do.
I'm not your dolly oh no-no-no-no





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