You wanted to screw me over?

Tear me open to tear me apart.

Well, guess what?

You’re the only one getting that part.

I’ve got wit, class, skill,

Ready for the kill.

You’ve got charm, lies, an arsenal

Of love potions and spells.

I know what I tasted in that drink

Don’t think you’ll get away that quick.


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