Is Hades calling you?
Are there skeletons in your closet?
A table for two,
For you and the dark poet.
He has agoraphobia
And he knows what's going down,
If you did like I told ya
You wouldn't be run into the ground.
Teach him to dance, teach him to dance
Follow him home but watch his lance.
With amity, with amity
You're a walking nightmare, a calamity.
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