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My Man

A man walking down the street,
drunk,
blind,
waltzing around with a swanky girl,
a disgrace to all men.

He is not like my honest man,
my perfect man who tells me,
be true to yourself, don't lie.

Live like an angel
Pray like a saint
Never have regrets
Oh, my perfect man.

I look back at this disgrace of a man with scorn,
and,
I see,
he is my man,
and this is his regret.




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