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| Before I lay me down to sleep, |
| I pray for a man who's not a creep, |
| One who's handsome, smart and strong. |
| One who loves to listen long, |
| One who thinks before he speaks, |
| One who'll call, not wait for weeks. |
| I pray he's rich and self-employed, |
| And when I spend, won't be annoyed. |
| Pull out my chair and hold my hand. |
| Massage my feet and help me stand. |
| Oh send a king to make me queen. |
| A man who loves to cook and clean. |
| I pray this man will love no other. |
| And relish visits with my mother |
| I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with | big tits who owns a bar on a golf course, | and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This | doesn't rhyme and I don't give a sh |
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