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You are like Satan's spell

Why do you make our lives such hell

On your fingers you make us dance

Whatever you think is our inescapable chance

Your ogre like figure has made my veins slain

Life is not such a big game

I know you like the women of the night

But I'm too scared to put up a fight

You're not bad, only your eyes pry

*Please, don't make my mother cry.
Dear...

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