I have terrible news to tell you. She's mad. It seems there are a number of reasons why she's mad, and I think I know why. There's a chance that she's mad simply because she's "not I". The thing is, she's good but I'm great. Even though she's mad, she laughs and plays and takes because she's got nothing but she wants mine. I scored a ten, she got nine. That's reason enough to be mad, I reckon.
Stop coveting, woman!
WARNING: "MAYBERRY" @ 2:32.
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