The day the vampire came to tea

He drank a glass of blood with me

Oh no, that’s not correct, you see

The blood he drank, it came from me

He knocked politely at the door

We met, you see, the day before

He seemed so nice, and I was sure

I wanted him, I wanted more

He sank his teeth into my skin

I wanted this, I let him in

He drank until my head did spin

He told me I would be his kin

The day I went to see my friend

I told him I on him depend

And then, before he could defend

I bared my fangs. He met his end.

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