You better run, you better fear.
You better panic, for she is near.
She'll take you to her layer, so you cant be heard by anyone
She'll put you in a cage, so you can be no one.
She'll take you out, so you can be observed.
She'll get some tin can so you can be preserved.
You better beware of The Women in Black.
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