The early spring group, had organized a together party

Classic lacy invites with no personal touch, company of Marty

The number one in the group, oh where do I start or begin

She only thinks about herself, a few ice cubes and a shady grin

That classmate of mine, was jealous of me and my lifetime clan

We think she organized this shindig, with venom hate her plan

Iced teas, and small chocolate cakes surround us gathered today

The host gently asked, if I would help her with a very heavy tray

Not thinking about anything, I went with her to the deep cellar below

She brought a flashlight, to see ahead and then I began to know

I got locked in a basement looking cellar when I way young only five

And that was the moment that I realized it wasn’t ever the plan for me

To make it out alive