Thirteen treasons - I drink
That dust devil came to take you away,
tied down I forced you to stay.
Another sold me a magical potion,
his lies matched the dust devils motion.
He said it would take you from my view,
remove the fact that I ever met you.
A bakers dozen his song implied to drink,
tied down in front of me cheers and I wink.
Thirteen treasons to my desires soul,
erasing her imagination is the devils goal.
Many times now the lies I have taken,
and you\'re always here when I awaken.