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You're the biggest by God fool if you think that a good Christian woman
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Guy's after somebody with a riveter's hammer, get him too, if he
keeps at
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Tingle, ting-le, tang-le toes (seven fingers) she's a good fisherman,
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crab hand, each
of my fingernails looking up at her like a little face
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under