"There was a young lady, my wife, who disrespect And the first day I met her she had a ribbon around her neck And she wore that ribbon for years and hear the flutes When I asked her to remove it, she'd always have excuse One stormy night, while we were in bed I snatched the ribbon off and off rolled her head I laughed my self to sleep, the room spun around like a record"
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