Good afternoon Madames, Monsieurs
Have I caught you at your leisure?
Anything you need is yours
No questions, it's my pleasure
Just ask me for your hearts desire
No need to tell me twice
Hotter than a funeral pyre
But you'll have to pay my price
I drink from the darkest font
And I can strip you bare
I've got everything you want
Behind my liars chair
For I've come here to collect what's owed
I've come to toll the bell
Time to reap the seed you sowed
When you cast me into Hell
There are so many ways to lose
My soul collection game
Call me anything you choose
Hey! What's in a name?
So if by lucky chance we meet
Try to be polite
I'll even let you cross the street
But your soul is mine tonight...
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