She'll Be Dead Before Midnight
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Shaun Cronick
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She asks me of my past,
What is it I once did.
I smile and say removals,
Then tells me how I kid.
For if I told the real truth,
Of my tales of death and doom.
She would so quickly disappear,
And the smell of her perfume.
So I keep smooth talking her,
Of her beauty of such delight.
And soon this murderess woman,
She'll be dead before midnight.
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