Nine
Nine, nine,
At my door
But these nine
Are pretty girls,
Yes, looking fine...
I scrambled up
To open the door,
Slipped on
last night's pizza...
Still on the floor....
Knocked out,
Awoke late...
No one outside...
Just my fate...
Maybe one of those nine
Would've turned out to be mine...
My head was hurtin'....
My heart was broken....
All I had left...
As a token...
Pizza sauce on my shoe....
Now I know what I'll do...
Get remote camera for the door.....
One button auto open....
And even more....
If I don't like
What I see,
Another button,
Pushed by me...
Would open gun ports,
Machine guns out...
A recorded warning,
In a shout....
"Ach-Tung!!! Verbotten!!!
Go Away!!!!!
Or I'll shoot
And you'll pay!"
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