Can I gouge your eyes out?
Can I sever your head?
Can I chop off your legs
When you're good and dead?
Can I cut up your body
And hide it in the wall?
Can I dress up your head
To look like my doll?
You think I won't do it
And all I can do is love.
Well I'm sorry to say this, dear:
You don't know what I'm capable of.
 
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