Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair, Your knight is here and waiting, Let him climb your locks and bring your ring, He has fallen for your baiting. He proposes and you accept, And the evening turns to night, The moon blushes and turns a cheek, But in the morning there is a fright. The knight is strangled and dead, And a cop is on the scene, You tell him it was too creative, Rapunzel, you're so damn mean. Hair, it's hair, always hair, The cop dabs for fingerprint blemishes, But he knows that it's an accident, The knight is a vicitim of his own fetishes.


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