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fiogf49gjkf0d Men are afraid of girls, you know. They touch the tree and the tree won't grow. They'll have a drink and pretend that they are your pal, but deep inside they are neanderthal. But I - I'm living in the menstrual house, I'm living in the menstrual house. The hut, the shed, the connubial bed are one, too. I'm living in the menstrual house with you.
We have to keep you in a secret place. You not part now of human race. Just understand that we have to be insolent. You make us all feel so impotent. But - I'm living in the menstrual house, I'm living in the menstrual house. The hut, the shed, the connubial bed are one, too. I'm living in the menstrual house with you.
Men driving past in expensive cars. Men staring at you in crowded bars. You'll string along now, hoping that they will change, but they want to get you home, home on the range. Wow. I'm living in the menstrual house, I'm living in the menstrual house. The hut, the shed,the connubial bed are one, too. I'm living in the menstrual house with you.
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