The girl that I love has given me the shove, she says I am to low for her station.
She says poor men are fools, over rich men she drools,
so let's rob a bank or take up the pools.
I cannot sleep, life goes on and on,
I've started taking Mogadon,
but love's a sickness doctor's can't treat.
Where does she go, where does she live?
Her place of work to me she didn't ever give,
and now I find I miss the love she takes but won't deliver.
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