As I was eating
I was thinking of your beauty
Heavily I started breathing
As I saw him touch your booty
This has gone on
For to long baby girl
My patience is almost gone
My stomach about to hurl
I don't belive you saw me
Staring in you direction
Leaning all over Javorie
I planned my murder to perfection
As you did this
I could no longer bare
To think of you kiss
Or the smell of your hair
So see me on Monday
This I can't promise you will
For I turn the other way
To carry out vengance and kill
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