She comes home late at night,
Commands me to switch on the light,
I can't ask where she's from,
She might kick me out of my own home,
She ask me to take of her shoe,
Go to the kitchen and get her food,
Am afraid of her friends,
Whoever crosses them always dies,
She keeps a pistol under her pillow,
Carries it wherever she goes,
You see I can't do anything,
I have to act like a harmless being,
One time she asked me to call her master,
I wish I could just hurt her,
But am afraid,
Her friends will kill me that same day,
M