Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch Some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch And the only man of energy, yes the revolution's pride He trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child
And there are no letters in the mailbox
Oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine And there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore And there are no diamonds in your mine
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