The little troll king and his trophy queen
Sometimes late at night are seen
In an old Cadilac, or a Cherokee
In the shadows, waiting, dwelling,
Walks one who had his way with her
So long ago it's not worth telling.
But even now, the truth be told,
She still yearns to feel his touch.
Her avarice and the troll king's leash
Constrain her desires night and day,
And with each new and bitter feast
She casts her love away.
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