Ceyx Kingfisher

December 23rd, 1977 - The Netherlands
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You couldn’t know, but
I am the reaper,
Grim grinning.
Cotton steering this empty hull.
Your sweet momma saw, she saw, she saw, she said.
She said, she says she saw that I’m the keeper.

The keeper, yeah.
The keeper, yeah.
I am the keeper, girl, yeah.
I am the keeper, yeah?
I’m a keeper, yeah? A keeper, huh?
I’m a keeper, yeah, girl,
I’m a keeper in your eyes,
Gotta keep your eyes on me.
Keep your eyes on me, can’t leave me be,
Your momma, see.
She saw me.

I get up to no good,
And I don’t know what I do.
What I do.
What do I do?
I do what I want.
I do what I want when I’m with you.
I do what I want to you.
Girl, the things I done to you.
The things I done with you.
Girl, the things you done to me.
The things we’ve done.
The things we’ve done,

Saturday, she calls me.
She calls me Saturday.
Saturday, she says, Saturday,
You’ll see, Saturday,
Saturday, some day you’ll see,
You’ll see the worth in me,
And I say, Girl,
Girl, you fuel me for the week,
Can’t seek that weakness inside me,
And she says.
She says,
Saturday, your kingdom’s here,
King Alpha, your kingdom’s here with me.
Your kingdom in a closet,
Your head on my chest,
Your hard heart at rest.
Can’t always beat the best.
Just rest, Saturday,
Saturday, let’s just rest,
And tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll pay that rent.
And tomorrow,
Tomorrow will be yours;
Tomorrow will be ours;
Tomorrow will be us;

Sunday, she calls me.
She calls me Sunday.
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