O the feeling of loneliness
Need someone to turn it off
And find the sweet love
That will hug me like a warm glove
O what a human creature
Have to enchant him with my fresh fairy dust
But I shall not let him turn my fairy heart to crust
Oh look at his feature
A pale, ill-mannered vampire
That will take you to his empire
And treat you like a dust pile
O the pale, ill-mannered vampire
Oh lord, may I not get too attached
Better leave before my wings get scratched
Because all these pale, ill-mannered vampires
Will make you feel drawn
And then leave you before dawn
These creatures
They make you feel loved
And then your fairy little heart gets shoved
Deep into the elfin grot
Make sure to get detached
Before you get attached
The problems of
la belle dame avec des problèmes de confiance
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