Lovely girl sitting on her swing, swing, swing…
Dark hair shadows her face like string, string, string.
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Her feet kick out and she goes high, high, high…
Faster and faster, into the night sky, sky, sky.
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Softly, she whispers about a hole, hole, hole…
Where she should have had a soul, soul, soul.
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Her deadened eyes stare into mine, mine, mine…
Something about her brings about the shine, shine, shine.
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Around her mutters, with your soul I would be complete, eat, eat…
With those words, I beat a hasty retreat, treat, treat.
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But who knew that lonely girls could float, float, float.
I felt her cold fingers around my throat, throat, throat…
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As I fade away, I feel her kiss, kiss, kiss.
Her bony hand takes mine into the abyss, abyss, abyss…
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The lovely girl was just skin and bone, bone, bone…
The lonely girl is no longer alone, alone, alone.
Jon Gray Lang.com 