You get out of the car with something in mind
But the moment you enter
The moment has past
You meet fair maidens
Delicate yet dangerous

Now you turn to leave your bags
Weigh gold
You pop the trunk
Hope daddy doesn't mind
A few millions gone

Well daddy wount mind
Till he hears the truth
It wasn't a few millions
But daddies lifes work
I'd run back to the shop
But the recipiets
No where to be found

The maidens are no longer fair
For you have no money
And try they want nothing from you

well run sweet Princess for the king's after your head
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