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I loosened the brakes on your car I wired your bath to the mains A tarantula stuffed in your bra Should’ve brought you immeasurable pain
The grease that I spilled on the stairs Or the cyanide slipped in your tea Should’ve taken you out unawares While I watched from a cupboard with glee
The glass in your coffee was wasted The spike in your hat went unused The wharfarin laced milk untasted Please forgive me for feeling confused
I just can’t believe you’re still standing My best efforts are never enough Taking you out’s so demanding I guess that’s why I’m in love.
Weaver 2k4
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