CHEF
If I could share my life with you
Just think how happy we'd be
We'd share a hovel built for two
Complete with vermin for three
We could while away each hopeless day
Comparing open sores
Yes, life would blow
But much less though
If I could share mine with yours
If I could share my life with you
Admit it, it would be nice
We'd share one cot
One chamber pot
Plus trench mouth, tapeworms, and lice!
We would have a dozen kids
And maybe one won't die
And the plague
The runs
Invading huns
Just think how time would fly
If you could share your life with me
I'll cherish every foul breath
The filth
The rot
The leprosy
The painful lingering death
Thank the lord our life expectancy is merely thirty-two
Yeah it might be sweet misery
To share what's left with you

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