On the table we dished the shiny plates and cutlery
forks, knives and napkins
Medieval candles adorn the table
and their spakles reflects to your greedy eyes
The chairs are dressed in leather and my heart,
my heart is on the pig's mouth
waiting for you to mangle.
And you can't even imagine what i've made for dessert.
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