You took the grapes you took the limes
But you went too far this time
You stole my only breakfast
Jolene
You know that this is zero-sum
Yet you went and ate the plums
And left a poem on the fridge
Jolene
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't be William
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take my cold sweet plums
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