Ooh, it’s gotten real gruesome
And I can’t regret what I‘ve did
It’s all my fault leaving me fearsome
What I’ve done cannot be undid
Now I am feared to be deeply cursed
And I must run and hide somewhere
I have to be hidden or face a coerce
If a person told me this I was unaware
Enough with the troubles, I’ve been into
I cannot ruin what happened to myself
The person I’ve ruined is a tad bit cuckoo
As she reads her spells from the bookshelf
As I’m going on through of which I’ve done
Because it’s entirely my fault, it can’t be undo
I must hide somewhere I’ve chosen Brooklyn
And this person has a pot filled with beef stew
Yummy that sounds really good about now
So I wish to have some and it’ll be delightful
But she says I can’t have the stew somehow
Can’t she let me have it she’s being so boastful?
I’m ruining herself by being a tad bit too cursed
Please doesn’t she forgive me I’m so very forgiving?
She threatened me to be put in the pot submerged
But she couldn’t do this to me because of a bellyaching
Don’t you get it lately I’ve been deeply cursed a lot
So please forgive me, people, I can’t be much trouble
Can’t you say that I am really saying I’m distraught?
But she wants me ended up dead it’s been a struggle
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