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They sit in a circle,
their hooves wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

I called to say I misses you,
‘What did you wanna say?’
My heart sinks three feet low,
How have you been?
‘Unwell, just sick,’
I can’t know more…
She locks me out!

they just sit in a circle,
their eyes wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

She wont let me in…
And I cant help ‘oh’ moments…
Then in fantasy I scream
‘I am suppose to be your best friend?’
She hurls luck at me.
Refers me to common sense,
censure it, leaves me with hope.

Ah, they still sit in a circle,
their limbs wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.

Now those limits shaken off the mist,
Scared affection
They were there anyway…
Now Sanctioned!

Hell! they will sit in a circle,
their tongues wagging,
gossiping, sipping hatred
Bimbos enjoying.