Weeks' second day, relentless chore.
She's glad she found you.
The left hand ring, a three pound wine.
She's so glad she found you.
They're all tucked up and watched by him.
Glad she found you.
And you both know it don't mean anything.
And you're so glad she found you.
Eight fifteen, at Murphy's bar.
Shes glad she found you.
A Vodka shot, a glass of wine.
She's so glad she found you.
And through the smoke she talks of hope, and how she's so glad she found you.
But you both know it won't mean anything. You're so glad she found you.
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