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That sly little harlot is a drifter,
She is a huntress, plucking when she’s young.
She slides in skins like a slippery shifter.
Her name, a pretty one, to be unsung.
The cretin has meddled on the wrong shore,
She thinks she will like it, we’ll have her out.
Too much longer and she’ll be shown the door.
She’s a forger taking too big a bout.
She thinks she can steal my love, she is wrong.
She is found stealing shirts, food and a buzz.
He’s off limits to her. He is my song.
He knows and agrees, but I hope she does.
We’ll still be together, she will see it.
She’s not the end, like a puzzle we fit.