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At the harlequin press I met a girl in a blue wool dress Her manuscript in hand Confused and unprepared I offered to help I know an editor here I know him well She gave me her proof and I took it home It was a promising Total mess I helped her submit We cut there And added this I quickly fell in love My friend rejected it outright Not enough sex And too much talking Right then she cut me off A year had passed She showed up at my door SongtexteShe rewrote the book And handed it over She replaced the songbirds With pornographers, The love scenes With brutal murders Aus Songtexte Mania