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Get a Grip, My Dear Constance, I note with consternation Your lack of response to correspondence duly sent to you More than in hope than expectation I’ll wait by the letterbox impatiently for telling news Even though you’re acting superior You seem at war with yourself Try to get a grip my dear Or we will fall out, quickly and painfully Constance, my plea in mitigation: The whole situation led to problems no one could forsee Meanwhile, my gross inebriation Let certain third parties I won’t mention slyly hoodwink me Even though you think me perfidious You’re just the same as me Try to get a grip my dear Or we will fall out, deeply and instantly Along the path of a relationship well we all get lost sometimes And if we give someone a secret to keep then we might get hurt sometimes Cos we all get hurt sometimes Yeah we all get hurt sometimes, sometimes
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