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I think we’ve woken up to her
And how selfish she is.
She, that is the cat’s mother.
Didn’t wish her brother
Happy birthday on the day.
Didn’t do the washing up
For her darling lover
Who cooked her up breakfast,
Lunch and a great dinner.
What a sinner, a sinner
Is she, the cat’s mother
Who ate it all up
Without saying thank you.
I think as a society
We’ve woken up to her
That she, who is…
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