Die If He Do Die If He Don'T
McGee's own wife, was mad at him
Though he said, He would never do it again
Although he didn't know, quite what he did
His bags were pack and by the door
He never had seen Her, this mad before
Had he saw it coming, he surely could have hid
Then he turned and walk through the door
She spat out words, He'd never heard before
She cursed him, in each and very way
She said she hoped with her last breath
That he would die, a slow, long, painful death
"So," He replied "That means you want me to stay ?"
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