Packed in like sardines

Are the things I need

Comb, lipstick, wallet and keys

To get me through the day

Most days that is

As I sit and wonder

What do I actually use

As oppose to what

Gives me the blues

Because it’s stuffed so tight

Gives the zipper a terrible fright

There may be an explosion

Things flying left and right

Up, down, out of sight

Making the purse light

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