With this ring
I frolic with the harlot
Trapped in this self-righteous fortress
With this ring
I can ignore the pregnant stare
Directed at my growing belly
With this ring
I come home empty
With this ring
I don’t feel a thing
I frolic with the harlot
Trapped in this self-righteous fortress
With this ring
I can ignore the pregnant stare
Directed at my growing belly
With this ring
I come home empty
With this ring
I don’t feel a thing
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