I took you in and called you friend, my empathy I would lend.
I followed you to the edge where I stood like a sucker as you started your journey to become a Woods Fucker.
On your path to be kept, I held you as you wept.
I followed your location in case your newfound woodsmen fancied decapitation.
Through the woods you would wind, ne’er a trunk you would not climb.
Now that you have found a woodsman to commit, it seems we are no longer a fit.
Does he know what path you took or how many left you shook? The can of coke on which you choked? Or is that another dirty little secret?
Friends we are no more as you let it shatter on the floor.
You have meandered through the thick and now you’re left with just one dick.
Queen Woods Fucker, I know you’ll be FINE as you sit alone on your throne in your palace among the pine.
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