I combined my words with the lyrics of Hank III and Neil Peart.
The devils pouring drinks and his daughter needs a ride. Mistress of the dark unconscious,
empress of the hidden race, beware her sexy dark embrace. Sometimes she's evil enough
to surpass Bundy's brutalities and can make Manson look meek, or she's incredibly sweet;
woman so enticing, incredibly understanding, and remarkably wise, yet still craves your
presence.
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