'Cept when you let her get the best,
Of your natural inclinations,
To fetch a piece of what is left,
After all the best is taken,
Instead you catch her looking west,
To the good side of the city,
And wed her before she jets,
And before you've checked the ticker,
Telling you what time it is,
Which is the time to let things fester,
Before you get her and some kids,
Which is alright,
That's as fine as anything,
And if anyone gives you a lecture,
Fetch your pride and start shooting.
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