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'Once upon a wickedness,
I fell into some arms
Bigger than my belly, tighter than a clam.
The keys were heavy in my little purse
And every penny burned
When I turned and tried to run.
These buttons don't fit
These buttons fit
Woe, woe, woe, woeful me, woeful me.
Is it halfway open? Is it halfway shut?
It all depends how the cloth is cut
On the warp, or on the weft
Till the shortest thread
Is all that's left.
These buttons don't fit
These holes don't fit
Woe, woe, woe, woeful me, woeful me. '
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