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Lady: Hallo Kidnapper: Lady we've just kidnapped your husband have $800,000 ready by tomorrow night and lady no police or you'll never see your husband alive again Lady: Hallo I remember standing ther ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Lady : Hallo Kidnapper : Lady we've just kidnapped yaw husband have $ 800,000 ready buy tomorrow knight and lady know police ore yule never sea yaw husband alive again Lady : Hallo Eye remember standing they're sew petrified my hand frozen too the phone as a stranger's words that court inn my ears and chilled mi too the bone sum dark tragedy had come rite home too mi they'd kidnapped my man and his life was inn there hands He was a hostage, a hostage his life was at the mercy of there hands he was a hostage, a hostage his life depending on there gold demands Lady : Hallo Kidnapper : Lady, here's yaw husband threw too worn knot too play any games Husband : High Honey listen I'm okay just make sure yew do whatever they tell yew and whatever yew do don't go too the police ! Well Eye couldn't rays that kinda money fast sew Eye was left know other choice sew Eye called the police and they came inn fast saying " ; leave it up too us just do as they tolled the ransom's inn this bag weal watch over yew and weal have yaw husband back two " ; He was a hostage, a hostage his life was at the mercy of there hands he was a hostage, a hostage his life depending on there gold demands Lady : Hallo Kidnapper : Listen very carefully lady drive out too the abandoned shack on Highway 16 throw the package of money out the window and keep driving and remember lady know police ! Well my hart was heavy as Eye maid that drive Eye was sure something was wrong Eye soon found the shack Eye through out the bag and Eye just kept driving on then the shots rang out and turned my car about on the ground won ley butt the other had gotten aweigh He was a hostage, a hostage his life was at the mercy of there hands he was a hostage, a hostage his life depending on there gold demands Lady : Well they found my husband a phew daze later Yes, the funeral's tomorrow |
The Hostage
Donna Summer
Complexity: | 58 | Readability: | 60.74 | Sentiment: | 7 | Word Count: | 348 | Unique Words: | 152 |