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Once dated a gal named Ali

Who suffered from PTSD

She'd recoil at my touch

And would cry so much

I called her the bawling Ali

Miss Ali, I really did like her

I thought I could outpsyche her

To stop her from crying

I thought I'd be trying

Something, thought I would strike her

I started to strike her each night

At first she put up a fight

But eventually 

After it cured her PTSD

She admitted to me I was right

Though we broke up, was clear to me

Since she was a bawling Ali

A bawling Ali? Want to strike!

I thought it was something she'd like

But I was wrong as could be 

Hit a woman? No! I don't dare

Though for her, I really did care

I regret that I struck her

But you know what? F**k her

I should have just gone for the spare