— Numbers
Beautiful smile she is given
Now she asked you, let's count to ten
One, two,
She can see you
Three, four,
Your blood on the floor
Five, six
She'll hit you with bricks
Seven, eight,
She is one you hate
Nine, ten,
She'll stab you with a pen
She wants a play, not a date
Can you be her playmate?
Don't try to reject her
Or else she'll bring you to Saint Peter
— luv
