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how foolish of me to think she could love me how foolish of me to want her to how stupid and vain, how insane but what a good lump to wander through don't let the big men hurt you, better what you're in for don't let the big men hurt you, don't let them hurt you anymore she said something in german that was a turn-on not only on account of the language it was in her hair was tied and she was cross-eyed sometimes it's hard to tell what beauty really lies in don't let the big men hurt you, better what you're in for don't let the big men hurt you, don't let them hurt you anymore From Letras Mania