Let's cut to the chase
She was up in my face
Like the alcoholic eyes
And her bottle of mace
She lunged at my lips
But I was too quick
She fell on the floor
Smearing lip stix
Then she begged on her knees
"Why can't I fill all your needs ?"
She looked so pathetic
She was certainly not steez
Then when I had turned away
She grabbed the knife off the tray
And came at me
Before I could say ,"Hey !"
But she did stumble
And took an awfully bad tumble
And the knife point pierced
The heart full frontal
So the police were called
They arrived without stall
They asked "How did she die ?"
"Strangulation ! No lie !"
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
Let's cut to the chase
She was up in my face
Like the alcoholic eyes
And her bottle of mace
She lunged at my lips
But I was too quick
She fell on the floor
Smearing lip stix
Then she begged on her knees
"Why can't I fill all your needs ?"
She looked so pathetic
She was certainly not steez
Then when I had turned away
She grabbed the knife off the tray
And came at me
Before I could say ,"Hey !"
But she did stumble
And took an awfully bad tumble
And the knife point pierced
The heart full frontal
So the police were called
They arrived without stall
They asked "How did she die ?"
"Strangulation ! No lie !"
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