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Hush,baby Alice Don't make a peep Mama's got six little souls to keep And if the suckling child should fall Moma's got five sweet babes in all Hush,sweet Jenny Please don't shake Your screams will all the others wake I'll warm you a bottle And lace it with lye Then wipe the tears from my Cherub's eye Hush,little Allen Don't be that way Mama's gonna find you a hideaway And if that hole can't keep you safe Mama's gonna buy you a potters grave Hush,now,Terry It ain't so black Moma's gonna buy you a feral cat And if that cat makes baby bleed Moma's got two little mouths to feed Hush,dear Ramona That's a pet Mama's got the towel all cold and wet And if that rag can't make you still Moma's knows a trick or three that will Cry soft,simple Simon There's a reward Waiting at the end of the power chord I've cut a notch for the tub to boil An end to play and an end to toil Known you are the one your mummy always truly loved I'm sorry now now to take you last Just know that all your pain is past You were the one your mother loved So,here's a kiss and,now a shove! [Sream,splash,electrical distortion]
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
Hush,baby Alice
Hush,baby Alice Don't make a peep Mama's got six little souls to keep And if the suckling child should fall Moma's got five sweet babes in all Hush,sweet Jenny Please don't shake Your screams will all the others wake I'll warm you a bottle And lace it with lye Then wipe the tears from my Cherub's eye Hush,little Allen Don't be that way Mama's gonna find you a hideaway And if that hole can't keep you safe Mama's gonna buy you a potters grave Hush,now,Terry It ain't so black Moma's gonna buy you a feral cat And if that cat makes baby bleed Moma's got two little mouths to feed Hush,dear Ramona That's a pet Mama's got the towel all cold and wet And if that rag can't make you still Moma's knows a trick or three that will Cry soft,simple Simon There's a reward Waiting at the end of the power chord I've cut a notch for the tub to boil An end to play and an end to toil Known you are the one your mummy always truly loved I'm sorry now now to take you last Just know that all your pain is past You were the one your mother loved So,here's a kiss and,now a shove! [Sream,splash,electrical distortion]
Things were rought in my parents house hold .Survive or die a lonely death
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kelly-sims
54/M/Vancouver B.C.Canada
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
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