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Name the ways
From hags to bitches.

I'm not referring to washcloths.

I'm talking about the real thing.

It ain't Herbie's Love Bug.

Let me name the ways.

She is grumpy and obtuse.

She drinks green Vermouth.

But, can a witch make love?

From hags to bitches.

I'm speakn' elixirs and potions,

the real strokin' lotion.

She ain't no Miss Kitty.

Let me name the ways.

She's agin' gays and tree grown dates.

Why, the bitch don't even tolerate.

But, can a witch make love?

From hags to bitches.

Ivory towers, golden showers,

and genuine hag with powers.

She ain't no Lady Gaga.

Let me name the ways.

She heard it through the grapevine.

Before she turned my dick to brick.

She ain't no Marvin Gaye.

From hags to bitches.

Antlers and broom sticks.

You should see the slut make pie.

She ain't no Martha Stewart.

Let me name the ways.

She grabbed hold of my nuts and pulled.

Before she gave me head.

She ain't no Ragin' Bull.

But, she sure likes to fuck.

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