You kidnapped me
I had no choice
I had to follow you
By the sound of your voice
You grabbed me
Put me in your car
You drove me to your house
Which was very far
You said that
You would never give me back
And that my ransom note
Would come from a newspaper stack
I live in your house
Under your bed
But all you give me
Is a slice of some bread
I want more to eat
So give me a break
I'd love to stay with you
But can I have some cake
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC