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In this town, each morning’s the same as before.

Girls wake up and wash, take their socks from the floor,

Eat breakfast, brush teeth, make the messy old bed,

Pack their lunchbox with snacks for the long day ahead,

Jump quick through the Lego, the dolls and toy trucks,

Open the wardrobe, grab their basket of fucks.

Wait: ‘What are fucks?’ you might suddenly cry

As you halt to attention and rub your wide eyes!

Well, fucks are the things that girls keep in their basket

And must give away when somebody asks it.

Fucks are their blues, their esteems and their happies,

Sat in their basket ever since they wore nappies.