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You left me with a Bournville,
As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye,
Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions
And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville, As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye, Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville,
As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye,
Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions
And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville, As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye, Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville,
As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye,
Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions
And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville, As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye, Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville,
As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye,
Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions
And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville, As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye, Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville,
As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye,
Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions
And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville, As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye, Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville,
As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye,
Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions
And acetous love!

You left me with a Bournville, As usual making it seem a sweet Good-bye, Amidst the ingredients of your bitter intentions And acetous love!

I starting picking the petals,
One by one to the beats of the metronome
Wondering whether he loves me or loves me not,
Leaving me to one last petal
Which said, "he loves me not."

I starting picking the petals, One by one to the beats of the metronome Wondering whether he loves me or loves me not, Leaving me to one last petal Which said, "he loves me not."