Sally comes home and she is all alone
Or so it seems
It's just as well
It's been a long day, a long day
But what's this groaning at the door?
A horde of voices, indeterminate,
But yet they call her name, they seem to say...
Sally dear, Sally dear, open the door
I'm here to offer you something that you haven't been offered before...
I have the cure
Consider it a way
To skip the suffering and pain
Lord knows you've seen your share
From this malady...
I'm afraid you have a terminal illness and it's called life
So, Sally, run upstairs and lock the windows and doors
It won't help you if your husband and your kids are already cured
Which you've ignored
Let us in, I guarantee
The treatment will be quick and painful
And affordable...
I intend to cure the terminal illness that you call life
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