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The loneliest numbers 
Are said to be ones and twos
I'm alone no matter who I choose

Nine used to be a friend of mine 

Seven we met at a delicatessen
     In addition to heaven
     There was lots of aggression

With Five I almost didn't survive

Ah Six… All kinds of conflicts and kicks
     He's my on-and-off fix
     We'd call it quits 
     Then, within a few clicks
     We're back in the mix
     He has fantastic
     Uncountable bedroom tricks

I was happy with Three to a certain degree
     Then for work he moved to Tennessee

Four the one I most adore
     A total man whore
     Couldn't deal with him anymore

Had high hopes for Eight 
     With his infinity shape
     But we didn't get anywhere
     Too much baggage — Overweight

I'll try my luck with Zero
     He's just like me, a weirdo
     May turn out to be super 
     Or my antihero