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During hurricane Helene
In asylum met Darlene
After twelve years relapsed
On the rose stem that's cracked
Cause her fiance's a closet queen

Well each of us lost our homes
She can sit on my broken throne
Darling used to be quiet
If the wills there I'll pry it
Demanding digits to my phone

Now see she's north west of theos
But those tits ain't from Nat Geo
We're both dry as ouarzazate
Flash that ass like a primate
My heart's niggardly she'd be burning coal