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My fish
There's plenty of fish in the sea
But stay away from this one
This one's belongs to me
If anyone harms a hair on her head
There's only one thing you will be
That will be dead
Forever she will be mine
No one else gets a look
There is no waiting line
She is my favourite dish
And she belongs to me
She's my fish
But stay away from this one
This one's belongs to me
If anyone harms a hair on her head
There's only one thing you will be
That will be dead
Forever she will be mine
No one else gets a look
There is no waiting line
She is my favourite dish
And she belongs to me
She's my fish
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