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Sep 2016
Mama there's boys in my bed, they won't let me out
I cry and yell but they hold me down tight

Their faces melt together, their bodies grow big
They wrestle and fight, my blood filling their mouths
I lay pinned and fastened
I'm cold and I'm wet

Mama there's holes in my clothes
and I tried and I tried but the tears they still rolled
Cordelia Rilo
Written by
Cordelia Rilo  LA, CA
(LA, CA)   
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   Doug Potter
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