Silly little girl,
what were you thinking
thought that you could play
me and walk away
scott free?
There's always a price to pay,
and now in the light of day
you say the price is too high.
My darling precious one,
payment hasn't yet begun.
Wasn't too high the other night
the night you begged,
pleading me to take you there
you said you'd do anything.
Now i've come to collect
you want to welsh out on our bet?
Foolish girl,
don't you understand
you're already under my command.
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