She’s a killer in sneakers her - stealing through the streets
at night . . .
Squeak - squeak - is all you ever hear from the squeaky
little shites . . .
Do not contemplate the rain - or the squeaks will only
get worse . . .
Stuck like glue to her feet - like some awful gawd forsaken
curse . . .
I would like to get into her bedroom and steal them
away at night . . .
But honest - opened the bedroom door - the smell was
up a height . . .
Bon fire night is soon a coming and I am drawing up a
master plan . . .
Somewhere in the middle of that fire those squeaky
sneakers land . . .
I just know the street will more than thank me - that
I can be sure . . .
So that those ever so squeaky sneakers can never be
heard no more . . .
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