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Welcome to My Underworld

You were late today, trouble with the car again � � � � � �
So it's the blue blouse and capris that I so love � � � � � �
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Glued to the iPhone you are oblivious � � � � � �
So unaware of my adoring eyes and stiffened resolve � � � � � �
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Unfortunately I'm not the kinda guy you've been warned about � � � � � �
Oh no, I am so much worse as you will find out � �
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I almost chose someone else, the blonde in tattered jeans � �
But then you stumbled in to again rewin my affections � � � � � �
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On bed of nails I wait, the big moment, what will it be � � � � � �
Iced mint chai tea or mocha frappachino � � � � � �
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Choose carefully, for your life does hang in the balance � � � � � �
Making the right choice, you signal me that you are ready � � � � � �
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Once we dispense with the unpleasant part � � � � � �
Blitz attack, seized wrists, useless struggles � � �
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You'll succumb to the soaked rag, sleep � � � � � �
When you awake everything will be in place � � � � � �
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Do worry, I do know what I'm doing � � � � � �
Which you would know if you followed the news � � � � � �
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My playroom is quite ready, toys and implements laid out � � � � � �
I will make you my pretty little Colbie Callait in chains � � � � � �
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You strike me as a girl that likes breathe play � � � � � �
If you're good I'll use the needles on both sets of lips � � � � � �
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But will you ultimately disappoint me like your 27 sisters � � � � � �
Refusing to relent, accept your place and purpose in life � �
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I do so hope against hope that you don't � �
For discarded in a dumpster is the tragic consequence� � � � � �
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So worship this god with proper respect and fear � � � � � �
Convert your pain into the perfect slaven sacrifice � � � � � �
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Texting away you don't realize that these words will be your last � � � � � �
For after you leave here you will be silenced and owned � � � � � �
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Finally after teasing me like you always do, the last sip � � � �
Go ahead and hit the bathroom ... I'll get the van