.You used to smile at me,
Give me something I need,
Bring me coffee or tea,
And call me pretty little bee
You split me in the head
You steal my butter and bread
You threw me out of my bed
And ask me, "Are you dead?"
Oh, I'll get ready in the chimney
Yeah, I feel
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