At Paul’s
Quatern
Tonight he’s at Paul’s ’til three
Constantly aware of his jack
But he drinks that to be free
He is not a maniac.
Ordered twice, he didn’t care
Tonight he’s at Paul’s ’til three
Earlier, he wasn’t but there
106 marked on his key
Just some minutes before he’d flee
He’d be having his private time
Now he’s at Paul’s ’til three,
Regretting ‘bout he’s only crime
He’d stab her with all his power,
When she useful no more would be
Let her pale body in the shower
Now he’s at Paul’s ’til three
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