She talks too much
Now nobody listens
Her mother’s widowed
She’s having kittens
She’s throwing stones
The beach could be Naples
She’s Catholic
God she should be grateful
Her friend Judy
Gave something so gentle
He says it’s nothing
Your love is my temple
That’s a lie
She knows who’s been lying
On his bike
She’ll do the crying
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