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My scream to you is only a whisper Why bother when all you do is hit her Your mama says you’re in trouble, mister That’s no way to treat a lady! Baby, what’s the duct tape for? What of this rope you bought at the store? That better not be what I think it’s for That’s no way to treat a lady! I’m not in the mood for a hit Not to be battered or bit Baby, you’re so full of **** That’s no way to treat a lady! An accident? She’s dead! And your palms are stained crimson red And I can see her body under your bed! That’s no way to treat a lady. Flowers planted after dark Just as you wished, you left your mark Doesn’t matter how loud I bark That’s just how you treat your lady. There she lies, under the ground Unable to be seen, not to be found The gardener won’t even make a sound She knows that’s how you treat your lady. Dig up the roots, there she lies Bones broken at the ties Skull crushed, her demise We’ve found your lady! Flowers growing from her bones Dug out by mindless drones Results of your uncontrolled hormones We’ve found your lady.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
Daisies
My scream to you is only a whisper Why bother when all you do is hit her Your mama says you’re in trouble, mister That’s no way to treat a lady! Baby, what’s the duct tape for? What of this rope you bought at the store? That better not be what I think it’s for That’s no way to treat a lady! I’m not in the mood for a hit Not to be battered or bit Baby, you’re so full of **** That’s no way to treat a lady! An accident? She’s dead! And your palms are stained crimson red And I can see her body under your bed! That’s no way to treat a lady. Flowers planted after dark Just as you wished, you left your mark Doesn’t matter how loud I bark That’s just how you treat your lady. There she lies, under the ground Unable to be seen, not to be found The gardener won’t even make a sound She knows that’s how you treat your lady. Dig up the roots, there she lies Bones broken at the ties Skull crushed, her demise We’ve found your lady! Flowers growing from her bones Dug out by mindless drones Results of your uncontrolled hormones We’ve found your lady.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
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