Making noise in the kitchen was a man with a knife
I stumbled downstairs in preparation for strife
If I had any sense I would’ve run for my life
Then I saw that that action was being done by my wife
She was running away, hoping I’d fought and died
She thought I would fight him as she ran off and cried
But I talked him down and I lead him outside
Then I picked up the knife and went after my bride
I found her outside, backed up to a tree,
Cornered by the man. I said, “Leave her to me!”
Finally alone, and finally free
She then begged for her life, I said no to her plea
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