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Womb an

Three kids for three different men,
She is a hoe. It's her children I feel sorry for. And you, how are you still single?
You're beautiful.
Why don't you have any kids?
There must be something wrong with you.
You should be married by now,
With a bunch of kids.
You better hurry up.
Tick tock, tick tock.
 

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