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immune after a hundred bastards
she understood a word's impact
but she had no control
either I pissed her off too often
or she was too sensitive
the first time she called me a bastard
it made me seriously reflect
she only said it to get to me
she knew I'd crumble at that word
a few years on and many bastards
wailed down my ear-hole
I became immune
now no bastard is a strike nor
are any other words
'cause she's tried them all
each more than ten times
there are no more bastards
in her arsenal
but she had no control
either I pissed her off too often
or she was too sensitive
the first time she called me a bastard
it made me seriously reflect
she only said it to get to me
she knew I'd crumble at that word
a few years on and many bastards
wailed down my ear-hole
I became immune
now no bastard is a strike nor
are any other words
'cause she's tried them all
each more than ten times
there are no more bastards
in her arsenal
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