Trying hard not to fall,
What am I thinking?
I follow his steps.
Bloody rain, bloody baron, bloody song.
Raindrops the size of golf balls blur my eyes,
the silk dress is soaked, my ruined hair whips my cheek,
he's insane, look at the maid weep.
The bag...the bag is at her feet.
He sings all wrong, I can't hear a word,
Keep focused, the bag is all you want.
The stuff inside will make you rich
I hope he slips and breaks his hips.
I'll catch a cold, my feet are sore,
I am frozen to the core.
A turn of a screw is all I need
to make him fall, to steal the bling.
I watched him take it from the bank
Napoleon's necklace,
he'll sell it for some land,
the stupid baron of royal rank.
Three hundred diamonds belong to me
romantic bastard bedding ME.
I think the song is about to end.
-Let's get off this roof sweet darling, I am all spent..
take me inside, warm me up,
send these people away, we don't need them
...it's alright, look, I'll carry the bag.
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From your book?
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