What began as an innocent postcard delivery ended up with a soul transfer. You came by my tepee, had a beer, talked about dance.... then the devil came and gave you the title to the soul i swore i didn't need. You were nowhere to be found at BRC after that, but you said you'd write promptly to tell me the price....
Do i have to come down to Heat the Streets to find you??
I want my soul... or, really, just to chat some more.
'Cousin Sis' from Arousal