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The Fiery Furnaces Rehearsing My Choir

he hated women And i knew he was angry with me But i couldn't worry about it I went about my business Rehearsing my choir Rehearsing my choir (da da

plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet, A candymaker's knife in my handbag. A candymaker's knife in my handbag. That night I was to meet my husband's father

Now, as for my aunt, Who told on me. She was always wearing her turbans. Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy. Having dinner at the captain's table

, and he hated women. And I knew he was angry with me, but I couldn't worry about it. I went about my business, rehearsing my choir. Rehearsing my choir

hair fall straight out. The potion was ready back at my apartment and my sister and I mumbled and crossed ourselves when we dropped the curses in. And I thought of my husband, My

me that she cheats." "Oh, don't you start! Jealous heart." Jealous heart. Jealous heart. I put one foot forward and one foot back, My hand upon my hip. I gave my

from New Hampshire and Harrisburg were coming. And the day I heard I went home and closed the door to my room. And I laid down on my bed, And I may have