Who I came with is none of your concern! ,
let me tell you about my little germ,
your nice and happy, but makes me rather nappy,
I dont stand your voice, who you think you are?,
I rather be with rats, than near your scarf.
Im dark and clouded, respect my wishes,
dont hope that I will begg you to stay,
rather clean my dishes,
Im proud and demanding, you know you like it,
the dark man sitting in the corner,
smartly writting.
And now, just bring me some wine,
darkly red, together we will drink it all,
untill this night turns, to living hell.
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