Soap

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Darling you soaked in it
When I left the faucet running
But once your fingers pruned up,
You got out that minute
Because I said too much
I think it overflowed
Why do I always spill...?
I'm gonna be sick
Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap
Next time you won't be getting out
Next time I leave the faucet running,
You're drowning with me.

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