This lady, she wouldn't stop talking
Her voice all too shrill
Her days woes spilt out
As I rang up her bill
She always wanted cigarettes
She wanted scratch and win
Then she always bitched and moaned
Tossing the losers in the bin
Yes every moment with her
Was miserable and cold
But at least she didn't know how to add
Free food for me? I'm sold
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