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Text: You staring, dull-eyed booby, you think you're the dude of the town, / But there is not a girl who see you, but thinks
you a boorish clown. / You measure only the cheapest goods, both second-hand and new, / But the cheapest stuff that you handle,
is worth much more than you. / With a starvation rate along, behind the counter you strut, / And long your boss will keep
you there, of the girls to be the butt.
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