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I sit in the corner i sit & cry i sit in the street & wonder why my name is Mary & i'm about to die, my tears are dry but still i cry! My legs are crossed, i've infected my blood, but my daddy says: i should pay for the sins i've done little kids can't play, little kids can't have fun they get punished all day, their bruises are the prizes they've won each come in black, purple, brown & blue each one is for something naughty they do! they shouldn't go to the bar & drink the beer they gulp shouldn't stink the pole shouldn't be their favourite toys & they shouldn't play with little boys! they shouldn't beat & whip their child they should care & not go wild! for each of their punishment is their sentence of death, each scream could be their last breath! so now you know why i sit in the corner & cry, cry, cry i will not lie, my tears are dry i sit in the corner, i will not say hi my name is Mary & i'm about to die
rainbowdreamer added this comment 2009-08-22 05:46:10-05:00
woah
rainbowdreamer added this comment 2009-08-22 05:46:10-05:00
woah