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Here's a sensitive emotional ballad for you.  Lyrics follow:

The way you keep your shoes on in the bed, the way you hit me in the head and flush my dinner down the toilet... The way you pile your clothes up on the floor, smear ketchup on the door, starts to bug me and you know it.  You're always sitting in my favorite chair.  You rub chocolate in my hair and steal the blankets while I'm sleeping.  The reason why I'm always low on cash:  You take money from my stash.  You take anything worth keeping.

You know you do.

Ooh babe, we're through.  The time is overdue to bid you toodle-oo.  It's not me babe, it's you.  I think you know it too.  It's time to say adieu.  Oh, it's you.  We all know this is true.  It's definitely you.

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