The Mafia King's Sweetheart
Kem-Beehands pinned above headhe manages me sadisticallystolen by the bossthe nobleman with his hand on his chest
"As the owner of your body."
"Nobody owns me, you hear that? I will flirt with whomever I want and I don't care if you kill them, that's your problem." My head spun again as my memory flashed. I held the bathroom sink tight for support and continued singing to ignore the pounding in my head.
'Ok, I don't really, really wanna fight anymore
I don't really, really wanna fake it no more
Play me like The Beatles
Baby, just let it be
So come on, put the blame on me, yeah…' I sang louder.
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