Angel
Polaroid

A Song For You My AbuserI know a man who lives down south I know a man who lives down south I know a man who lives down south, and he knows where i live, I know a man who lives down south, and i wrote him this songA Song For You My Abuser
He hit me and i cried, He hit me and i cried, He hit me once or twice, i know that isnt nice. He hit me and i cried, and i wrote him this song.
I Told My Mamma and she cried I Told My Mamma and she cried She said i'm gunna get that man, i'll kill him with my own two hands. I Told My Mamma and she cried and i wrote this song.
He fucked me and i cried He fucke


Rat-A-tat-tatI smell a rat with a rat-a-tat-tat, from the sole of my foot to the small of my back. each,Rat-A-tat-tat
peach,
pear,
plum,
i follow the rule of tom thumb. watch us march one by one, The little one stops to suck his thumb so pick a pickled pear of pips,
There was marie, and the man of winters past, "chase me" she screamed as we ran faster, faster until the fog came up, then i lost her, her ribbons left behind.
Rat-a-tat-tat on the window sill, its time to hide, Rat-a-tat-tat on the door, go away, no one is inside, Rat-a-tat-
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Don't trust the paranoid...
it's tons of fun.
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...and that's all there is, there isn't anymore.
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