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She came in through the bedroom window
In the middle of the night and day.
With a twist and shout she moved the furniture about
And ruined my Feng Shue.
The baby went out with the bathwater,
And she went out with my friend.
My manhood was toast when she tied me to the bedpost
In a game of Let's Pretend.
Now that she's gone and I'm all alone
I at least can pretend I'm a man.
I'll feel a lot better when I finally forget her
I just pray to hell that I can.
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I love the Beatles' references. I suggest breaking the long lines:
With a twist and a shout
She moved the furniture about
and
My manhood was toast
She tied me to the bedpost
I find the third to last line awkward; I think " I can at least pretend I'm a man" smoother.
