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The Price of Ben

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Girly, girly, what a mistake.
Played the game now into the lake,
The price she pays for her downfall.
So the the people arrive; for the custom they call.

And the pounding of the drums
Beats in her head.
The singing of the people
Has her seeing red.
She spins around and around again,
This the punishment for loving Ben.

Swirling, swirling, her heart begins to break.
She tried for love and now her life is at stake.
They all said, "She's got some gall!"
At least underwater, they can't see her bawl.

And the pounding of the drums
Beats in her head.
The singing of the people
Has her seeing red.
She spins around and around again,
This is the punishment for loving Ben.



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