She comes to me and says that she want’s me to come along,
With her into the darkroom, where we’d be all alone.
I was agreeable at first because nothing seamed wrong,
Since our past together was fond and well known
In through the circular door to the back of the classroom
Where pictures hang from the lines in the dim red light
Then she told me of her boyfriend who’d plan my doom
If he knew I was alone with her, her would want to kill me and fight
Or because I once dated her for what was just a short time
Now for such negligible reasons he plans on eliminating
I only fear punishment before the enjoyment of crime
Why would she created a situation so incriminating?
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