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 Given with a smile of fun to be
The invitation you gave to me
Don't forget to stop on by
You never know what you might spy
Sneaky grin do tell me more
See you later just knock on the door

The place was rocking to the beat
Hello sweeties just take a seat
The slimy creep said with a wink
I wont be long I'll get you a drink
You nervously stare at the crowd
Up went the music, now it was loud

Left alone the bitch did flee
Then you saw his hand on her knee
Empty glass he does smile
That evil grin she sees on his dial
Nowhere to go nowhere to hide
That bitch set me up for this hell trip ride

Mind like misty fog she could hardly walk
The doors too far as she tried to talk
To hear them say, "she's a pretty one"
We will have her soul when we are done
You stood in the shadows you gutless prick
Lead in your feet by the wall crumbling brick

Moon over her head the sky is black
On your bike, fast down that dirt track
Bat out of Hell, you ride into the night
The bitch grew wings and took to flight
You stopped to stare at her in the ditch
Leaving her to bleed without a stitch

Those black demons that sleep in your bed
Years go by and you thought she was dead
Her eyes are cold and she knows your face
As she stands before you in leather an' lace
Not a young sweetie anymore
As her fist connects firmly to your bloody jaw

Not the Angel on her back he does fear
But the Bro's that are riding in and coming near
She shredded his soul and left him to bleed
With spit on his boots that is what he will read
The tombstone is heavy being made out of lime
Isn't that karma, wrong place, wrong time.

 Renegade Rebel

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