Broken: Dinner Date
Hey, I heard you're a little bit scared of me,
Afraid of what I might do,
I heard you kind of avoid me now,
Because I'll do things to you,
I wonder if you're wary of my thoughts,
Maybe my tone or mood,
Maybe you're scared of the meat I eat,
Of what I believe to be food,
Well, let me say, yes I have thought,
How to take your fears away,
I'd like to invite you into my home,
And we'd cook a special pate,
Made of liver, spices, herbs, and sauce,
We'd make delicious devine,
And after all the food is gone,
I could wash you down with some wine.
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