Arched back and a couple of slit wrists.
How often can you tell me that I can't love you?
Just maybe I can.
Just maybe I can!
Somehow I'll break those arms
And someday I'll break those arms.
Watching Jesus Christ
Emerge in the form of a firearm,
I sit back and relax.
I sit back and relax!
My wife of 40 years-
I raped her!!!

He began that day like any other,
Holding hands with savory little beauties!
Let them know that you love them
And tell them all you want is to be cared for.
That's all you want,
Is to be cared for.
That's all you want-
To be cared for!
Is to be cared for!

Her eyes were calm
And her hands were cold!

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Eleventh Century Folklore song meanings
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