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Ginny Mean, what did I do to you?
Ginny Mean, what do I know?
Ginny Mean, mean what you say to me
Ginny mean baby, don’t let go—
Ginny Minx, you pull it out of me
Like a splinter greased in fat
Ginny Minx, running the farm for me
Running my trapline with the eye of a cat
I want your blind babies
I want your frying pan
I want to be your ball of fire
O Ginny, I want to be your burning man
Ginny Maiden, form up your squares for me
Build me a platform, make me a brand
Ginny Maiden, made in Japan for me
Shrunk in plastic, stuffed with spam
Ginny Mild, soap up your hands for me
Soap your swellings, soap mine too
Ginny Mild, fall in the can for me
Like I fall, baby, hard for you
You say woundsalt is a remedy
To quench the thirst within
You say thrown stones form a symphony
Like the rain on this tattered skin of tin
Ginny Martyr, bearing your cross for me
Bare it all, baby, all through the dark
Ginny Martyr, roll in the grass with me
I want to blast that egg right out of the park
Ginny Moist, let’s make some cake tonight
I’ll work the sponge, honey, you wield the toys
Ginny Moist, box up your tears for me
Box my ears, baby, but don’t box this voice
Don’t care about your surname
Don’t care about your hound
Go tell all your long goodbyes
Long as you, Ginny, don’t make a sound
Ginny Mourningdove, polish my head for me
Buff it blooming brill as nacre and oil
Drain and fill it with my daily quart of medicine
And I’ll bow deep, milady, from you to the soil
Ginny Mark, mark how you sniff at me
You spray, baby, like a Gatling gun
Ginny Mark, you marked the man in me
Your turning from the man makes me a setting sun
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