Oh my lord, what have we here? I see A little thief among the ruins of my estate "So explain yourself" is what I ask and his reply Is nothing more than "sorry mate But I ain't got no locket to be trade"
Refrão You'll get what you deserve Anything less would be absurd So help me god if you try to run One by one, flash, bang, done
So you see You better tell me what you Have done with something that belonged to me (, you fool) So shut your mouth I can't believe That it's in the hands of someone that I disdain It makes me cringe
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How am I going to get it back? Another thing that I must do Will anything ever go my way? Don't bother saying you're sorry The deed is done and you're fully To blame