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His spit is worth more than her workPass the purse to the pugilistsHe's a prizefighterAnd he bought rings and he owns kinAnd now he's swinginAnd now he's the championHey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?RevolverA spotless domainHides festering hopes she's certain there's morePictures of fields without fencesA spotless domainHides festering hopes she's certain there's morePictures of fields without fencesHer body numbs as he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approachesHey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Yeah!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Revolver!Revolver!Revolver!Revolver
