The City of Troy
Troy as a city of darkness
has his underlings
teaching the ways of wickedness
How to treat woman like playthings
His enticement of arena games
Watch me boys
See what I can get away with
We're on the night shift
In my cloak of playfulness
Tickle their feet and watch then giggle
As they dangle from a ladder
Eye them up longingly for the thrill
A medieval knight of the darkest kind
Watch your skirts girls
He'll come from behind
Playing his jokes of the sickest kind
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