Jiggle, jiggle.
Doorknob jiggle
I let him in, he walks in.
Is it a sin, to let him win?
He riggled and wiggled about,
and so I let him out.
I can't begin
to tell you when
I first felt
the hand I was dealt
was the last chance
to take a glance
at a life
as a wife,
or should I just use a knife?
Cut it out,
cut me out
before it's too hard to breathe.
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