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Who always cooked my steaks and cooked 'em rare, Ruth
When the chips were down who was always there, Ruth
And to whom did I swear up and down I'd always tell the truth
E-del-o-da-la-de who in the world but Ruth
But now I'm as ruthless as can be
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