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I know sometimes I lose my head
But my sweetheart was very bad
His skull is now my paper-weight
My dear, thats a never ending date
My babe is my paperweight, oh I loved him so
My babe is my paperweight, but he had to go
My babe is my paperweight, he had to pay for
I have 100 of paperweights, so I need no more
He took my hands and confessed that he loves me
And imprinted my name in a cherry-tree
I was as happy as I always wanna be
So should I let him go? No!
But he forgot to confess that he betrayed me
Last week that bimbo had number of quikies
I felt as outraged as I never wanna be
So should I let him go? No!
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