Sometimes (rarely) she stomps her foot And throws a little fit
And I just sit there I don't raise my voice
I don't get angry (anger is a loss of self control)
I sit and wait Because I know, she knows
That she has been bad Soon she is back on bended knee
"Master, I am sorry" she says her mea culpa
Describing her sin As if I were a priest in a confessional
I laugh Because I know she is guilt driven
And will beat them self mentally For having sinned against me
While also knowing; That I will beat her ass in the end
And I just sit there I don't raise my voice
I don't get angry (anger is a loss of self control)
I sit and wait Because I know, she knows
That she has been bad Soon she is back on bended knee
"Master, I am sorry" she says her mea culpa
Describing her sin As if I were a priest in a confessional
I laugh Because I know she is guilt driven
And will beat them self mentally For having sinned against me
While also knowing; That I will beat her ass in the end
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