Tom: F
Introdução:
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Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
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Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
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I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
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I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
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When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded
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And when I am buried at least I was married
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I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
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But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
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What beautiful dresses and hair
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I'm lucky to share his bed
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Especially since I'll soon be dead
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Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours
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Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
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Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
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So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable
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My life is arranged but this union's deranged
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So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose
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And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again
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But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
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What beautiful dresses and hair
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I'm lucky to share his bed
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Especially since I'll soon be dead
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When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow
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Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
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We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
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Or at least until husband finds someone younger
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Yes, fertilization is part of my station
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I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
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Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers
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But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's!
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But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear
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What beautiful dresses and hair
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I'm lucky to share his bed
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Especially since I'll soon be dead
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What beautiful things I'll wear
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What beautiful dresses and hair
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I'm lucky to share his bed
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So why do I wish I was...