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No virgin me
For I have sinned
I sold my soul
For sex and gin
Go call a priest
All meek and mind
And tell him, ''Mary
Is no more a child.''
It's raining stones
It's raining bile
From the luxury
Of your denial
So I don't deny
I don't make do
