Following the trend...I blog, therefore I am.
When I came home last night at threeThe man was waiting there for meBut when I looked around the hallI couldn't see him there at all!Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door... (slam!)
Wouldn't you know that later at fourI was the man at your closed door."Let me in you little twit.Let me in I just won't quit!"Alas, you would not let me in.Gasp, not even by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin.So away I walked, but not alone.Away I walked, with my hooker: Simone.
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