Nicky, Your C**ze Is Dumber

You'd like to believe it—but no way--
That your little child bride is not so dumb.
You messed up, you are scared, and you would like to run.
But you'll stay here and play your part

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Nicky, your c**ze is dumber
Than a stuffed iguana on a shelf.
Nobody knows that better than yourself.
Nicky, your c**ze is dumb, yeah,
But she's earned you all you own.
So don't lose it though you'll feel fettered
When you get home.

There's a new doc in town; he maps the brain.
He wires her up, says she's on slow-scan mode.
Has her play games that test her cerebral nodes.
He confirms, it's her weakest part.

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You ask yourself, "Is she my kind?"
She's got an extremely slow mind.
No, you'll stay here and play your part.

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