You wake up
To find out
When you passed out
You were naked
With death breathing heavily
On your neck
You try to sneak out
But he (death)is pressing you down
Now you have to patiently wait
For him to stir up
Say,
Hi, darling how are you doing?
You're praying
He won't want to commit
Himself to you
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