Something At the Door
Something at the door
Can't ignore
Your swore
While on the floor
Can't take no more
Your soul is tore
Like not before
Do you want more
Plum to the core
You will be sore
It's not a lore
Rich or poor
Did you hear the roar
Don't open the door
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