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A little demented |
| I've heard of such lucks But couldn't believe Of all saints and fucks It had to be me Who discovered the rot Heaped with maggots and flies And beheld terror caught In those heart stopping eyes Cold as a stone No life to roam And I've been so...alone Now I must take you home. Your lips are deep blue But each kiss instead Turns each hue To blazing red I always knew My type of girl was dead. |