I'm feeling hot, I've got a cold
I'm feeling young but looking old
Terrified inside, acting bold
I'll praise this rubbish 'til it's sold
There's some buyer for everything
There's some suitor for everyone
You just have to keep searching
To find the one 'til the job's done
Cynthia's mother said, 'Never fight
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Don't claim a right, feel jealousy
There's enough for both you and me.'
-ends-
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