Dear boss, I keep on hearing
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that the police have caught me
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but they won't fix me just yet
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I have laughed
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when they looked so clever
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and talk about being
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on the right track
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That joke about leather apron
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gave me real fits
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I am down on whores
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and I shan't quit ripping them
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till I do get buckled
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grand work the last job was
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I have the lady no time to squeal
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And I want to start again
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you will soon learn of me
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with my funny little games
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I saved some of the proper red stuff
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in a ginger beer bottle over the last job
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To write with but it went thick
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like glue
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and I can't use it
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Red ink is fit enough I hope
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ha ha
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the next job I do
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I shall clip the ladies ears off
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and send them to police officers
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just for jolly
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Wouldn't you?
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Keep this letter back
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till I do a bit more work
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then give it out straight
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my knives so nice and sharp
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I want to get back to work right away
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if I get a chance
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Good luck!
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Yours truly,
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Jack the Ripper
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Don't mind me given the trade name
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Jack The Ripper (Identity Unknown)
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| Macabre |
