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craving
I have a craving for, something sweet.
Would you like to be my treat?
Ha! as if it was an option,
But I can’t help it, you’re so tempting,
And you would be such a decent portion,
A little bit of this and that,
Your oozing blood makes me so thirsty,
Oh you’re gonna run, I thought this would be easy,
And I was doing quite alright, not even being creepy,
Oh well I do like my meals a little jumpy,
No don’t scream, my ears are hurting,
And I like your outfit, fashionable hunting,
Let’s say grace then shall we,
Mother always said, pray before your meal.
Would you like to be my treat?
Ha! as if it was an option,
But I can’t help it, you’re so tempting,
And you would be such a decent portion,
A little bit of this and that,
Your oozing blood makes me so thirsty,
Oh you’re gonna run, I thought this would be easy,
And I was doing quite alright, not even being creepy,
Oh well I do like my meals a little jumpy,
No don’t scream, my ears are hurting,
And I like your outfit, fashionable hunting,
Let’s say grace then shall we,
Mother always said, pray before your meal.
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