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M.I.A.
Ill take my chances with the serial killers.
Deep in the woods.
It's traditional.
Hot and sweaty on the floor,
Next to the cabin fire.
No one around to care.
Alone with someone;
Still don't know his name.
Didn't ask. I like a surprise.
He chains me up just right.
I may or may not fight.
It's the thrill of my last night,
Who needs dates?
I'm super siked!
I love candles and moonlight.
I hope the hikers don't look inside.
I'm trying not to make too much noise.
Just trying to hide.
The last thing I want,
Is to live a normal life. That's scary. :P
Deep in the woods.
It's traditional.
Hot and sweaty on the floor,
Next to the cabin fire.
No one around to care.
Alone with someone;
Still don't know his name.
Didn't ask. I like a surprise.
He chains me up just right.
I may or may not fight.
It's the thrill of my last night,
Who needs dates?
I'm super siked!
I love candles and moonlight.
I hope the hikers don't look inside.
I'm trying not to make too much noise.
Just trying to hide.
The last thing I want,
Is to live a normal life. That's scary. :P
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