I once met a wicked man

While strolling down the street

I tip my hat and continued on

While he asked on where we should meet

I told no sir and made my down further down the street

I look over

Saw a wicked woman

I kept my guard as she beg me to join her in her covers

I tipped my hat and kept walking

Now I arrived at a place where I belong one of not wicked people but nice

From crazy streets to not halls of which I roam

I have finally made it back to my wicked house

While the fearful person was tied to a chair and dizzy out with cholorform