Calling from a payphone nearly 30 miles away, I'm gonna call your girlfriend, and this is what I'll say: "Your boyfriend said he loved me, last night after we fucked. He told me that I'm beautiful, so I guess you're out of luck. In October, I was pregnant - can you guess who was the dad? It ended in a miscarriage, and it made us both so sad. He hates the new apartment, and he hates living with you. He told me that last Thursday. (Said he was working? SO untrue!) He's been with me since September, in my heart and in my bed. I'm sorry that you found out this way, But I wanted you to know what he said." And then I'll hang the phone up - Leave her crying, all alone. Next, I'll call her parents, and in a somber, serious tone, I'll say, "I'm calling 'bout your daughter. I just thought that you should know That I think she's moving home soon. Oh, there's just one more thing, though - Be sure to say that Robert Will be much more happy now. You'll tell her that I phoned, then? Thanks a million, darling. Ciao." And from my little phone booth, I'll destroy her perfect life, Where you act like her husband and she plays the doting wife. I'm gonna call your girlfriend, Tell her things she should have known Long ago. Dropped in my quarter, and I'm picking up the phone...
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Birth sign: Aries
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