I'm Gonna Getcha
Hidden Behind the only leafy branch,
I hear the giggles of costumed children
Crunching over fallen leaven.
Adrenaline racing with the need to run.
I hear the giggles of costumed children.
Wish I was in their disguise.
Adrenaline racing with the need to run,
I must stay in place.
Wish I was in their disguise.
There's only so many areas she can hide.
I must stay in place.
He cant see me face.
There's only so many areas she can hide.
It's now time for me to decide.
He can't see my face,
But is nowhere in sight.
It's now time for me to decide.
I've stepped into the brush to hide.
But is nowhere in sight.
I come out into the light.
I've stepped into the brush to hide.
Waiting to find my runaway bride.
I come out into the light,
Only preparing to take flight.
I see her and make a quick seize.
Crunching over fallen leaves
I muffle her screams with a chemical soaken scratch,
Hidden behind the only leafy branch.
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