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  1. Are you loathsome tonight?
    Did you miss I’m uptight?
    Are you sorry you sniffed at my part?
    Can’t my mammaries stay
    A hand’s-width away?
    While I cuss as you call me sweetheart?

    Do the stares of your followers seem empty and bare?
    Do you gaze at your instep and picture me there?
    Is it hard causing pain?
    Did you come back again?
    Tell me, Joe, are you loathsome tonight?

    {Spoken:}

    I wonder if he’s loathsome tonight . . .
    You know, Joe once said that all the world’s a stage
    And each of us are merely playahs . . .

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