Her fangs grip my skin
"No, I scrapped him with my teeth"
O, what I excuse
"Your outfit clashes"
"Here this looks better on you"
Date fail averted
He thinks he's enough
I'm polishing the shotgun
He'd better be nice
Something terrible
Hold her until the world fades
No words will help her
Soon I'll have a wife
Yet since I grew up with you
I am half prepared
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