you won’t get far, I’ll soon appear.
From the moment lightning struck,
I fell in love and you were stuck.
The guests arrive at half past ten.
Don’t make me tie you up again!
Stop fighting, sweet, and just resign
to wed your bride—your Frankenstein.
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