Saw you in the sorting room.
Complaining about a guy harrassing you.
Said you were going to sue him.
That you would go to the Bank.
Now you´ve become a lesbian and slipped down the rail.
Counselling needed, I waited in my cell.
You came in all transformed and tried to convince me...
shock me and dissuade me.
Alas you began to shake that little body much to fragile for lies so great.
Lies that graffiti had dispelled, on the walls of your little life.
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