The Amish Mafia Part 2
After escaping the amish clan
and returning back home,
looked like someone followed me
a peculiar looking man,
seemed like everywhere
I'd go he'd be right there,
like something out of a
stalking amish mafia nightmare,
he was kind of short
and of course wore the standard beard,
but his face resembled the face
of actor Al Pacino,
one day I decided I'd better
change my look or go incognito,
so donned a long blonde wig
and started wearing "falsies,"
changed my clothes style
to more country western,
and still not feeling secure
moved up to Tennessee
where I'd feel more at ease
and settled in the Smokies,
one day was walking around
and shopping at a local store,
when people started staring
and flocking around me,
started feeling once again
like another bad dream,
almost started running and
started sweating profusely,
when all of a sudden they asked me
can I have your autograph Dolly
and could you sing "Islands in the Stream?"
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