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on September 17, 2005

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Lyrics: A Modest Proposal by Taylor Swift

We gotta stop the children stop the children from being a burden from being a burden stop the children stop the children from being a burden from being a burden Mamma, don't let your child Go out and be wild Be a burden to all And drop out from school Say this is it For our benefit And what do we need? We need to feed. A healthy child so well nursed, at one year fit to burst, Is not only delicious but also nutricious They make wholesome food, whether roasted or stewed, Your child may be spoiled but not when they're boiled; No matter what you do a fricassee, or ragout You will have done well When your child's done well So Cash in your flock Your chips off the old block Give the wealthy a treat Turn your monsters to meat And feel guilty no more About fast-food galore Your logic is sound There's more to go round So do what is right Decide it tonight It's a simple, honest fate From playroom to plate And say the world'

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