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[ SK ] The Wrong Crowd
I worry about you, Bevie
I worry about you a lot
Growing up way too fast
when you should not
be in such a hurry
Beverly
Darling
Babe
Oh, how I worry
about this running 'round town
with so many boys
My upside down frown?
At such neglect of all your
childhood toys
young Missy
Ask any clown
---being sad is bad
for business
and me?
I should be happy!
Floating like a cloud
or batch of red balloons
in the air
but since you've fallen in
with the wrong crowd
I feel much despair
Christ, what a bunch of
fucking losers they are
What the hell?
Oh, well
I'll just KILL YOU ALL
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