you can't kill me!
put the knife down,
and i won't call the police.
my darling jack the ripper...
so i found out your secret
about your other life,
but i'm ok with it, i promise
and no i'm not lying just to stay alive
my darling jack the ripper...
you come home each night
holding a new corpse's guts
and want me to cook them
oh lord! can i put up with more of this?
from my darling jack the ripper...
i can't take much more
they'll be proud, i'm sure
i'll kill the killer,
i'll kill jack the ripper!
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