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When I first saw gallery
I liked the of ladies
Then you began to up me
You to portray me

In ice and and old blue jeans
And naked in the
Then you got funny scenes
That all your work

Lady, love me, now I am dead
I am a saint, turn your bed
I have no heart, that's you said
You said, "I can be
But let me be gentle you"

in a magazine
I found a about you
I see now it's Josephine
Who be without you

I keep house in fit repair
I the portraits daily
Your comes here from everywhere
The looks like ladies

Lady, please love me now, I am
I am a saint, turn your bed
I have no heart, that's what you
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

I gave you all my pretty
we began to weather
And I was to winter here
While you went west for

And now you're flying this way
Like some lost homing
monitored your brain, you say
And changed you with

Lady, please me now I was dead
I am no saint, turn your bed
Lady, have you no heart, that's what you
Well, I can be
But let me be gentle you

I first saw your gallery
I liked the of ladies
But now their faces me
And all eyes look shady