The Devil's Dust
Darling, I call on to thee,
In respect to your fee.
Pressure is off the table,
Which makes me unable.
You are special, you see,
And I have to play my cards right,
Though that does not give
You the freedom of manoeuvre.
Ties that bind,
Makes the situation tight.
I want you all to myself,
But you’ve to respect,
I work with dust.
Forget the words of mummy dearest,
You are in too deep.
And my dust has already worked
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