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Be leavin’ Steven, Steven grievin’
There was a young man named Steven
True love was what Steven believed in
But the gals he would meet
No matter how sweet
Eventually would leave, leavin' Steven grievin'
He would say 'I don't understand why
I think I'm a very nice guy
Why do all these gals leave?
All I want is to cleave
Chop them up, make a nice mincemeat pie'
Steven, remember the old nursery rhyme?
Why do they leave'? Tellin' you for the last time
You want a gal who's sweet, very nice
Yes, they're made of sugar, but also spice
Plus, I already told you twice, murder's a crime!
