• alphapandora 5w

    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