Tanita Tikaram - Poor cow
Today is my birthdayI stay outside the hallInside sit the butterfliesFor the butterfly ballAll the boys are graded nowThey come in their white socks, flat topsAnd somehow they find a placrAll the boys are winning nowThey play all the tricks with smilesAnd a sorry pastFor poor cawTheir own roomAnd winter talesNever touched these girls beforeThey hear the car stereoAnd know what life is forAll the boys are weary nowlistening to the family sing songFamily say soMust carve, must carve poor cowSlice her, slice her up, poor cowSlice her, slice her up, poor cowSlice her, slice her up, poor cowToday is my birthdayI stay outside the hallInside sit the butterfliesFor the butterfly ball
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