I came home from office, merrily dancing and singing,
It was quarter to eight in the evening.
Saturday evening it was, so was I full of joy,
My family was out of town, so there was no tension of my boy.
Late from office was I, but no tension of me getting caught,
I was happy my wife wasn't there but my conscience said me not.
At home like MJ I could dance,
Thinking of plenty and plenty of fans.
When I opened my flat, I found nothing was left,
I thought and thought and thought and came to know, there had been a theft.
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