Graceful fat Sheba, she works with a meatcleaver
Sweating behind the meat counter
Her skin, it leaks liquid, the odour is sickly
Her features aren't unlike a swan
Her poetic, gluttonic waist is impressive
She smiles as she hacks up a pig
Graceful fat Sheba, she works with a meatcleaver
Sweating behind the meat counter
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