She asked me why
window-washers wear harnesses
I said for their loved ones.
She giggled,
“I don’t love you.”
So I took it off,
pulled her out of the window
and we both fell to our deaths.
One of us went to Hell.
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She asked me why
window-washers wear harnesses
I said for their loved ones.
She giggled,
“I don’t love you.”
So I took it off,
pulled her out of the window
and we both fell to our deaths.
One of us went to Hell.