Now why would I do that
Do I look like that perverted fool you think I am.
Maybe its my heart of gold
that attracts you like bee's to a flower.
I think this conversation has already gone sour.
Be careful for in which your soul I might just devour.
Tell your friends to look out for, look out for the lunatic
I'm telling you he's one of the mad men
I can already hear you say.
And that's perfect, just so perfectly okay
So have a good day.
Better luck with your next prey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem