Murder
In her anger,
she slits a throat,
looking down,
There's blood on her coat,
Oh God!
What has she done,
The evil served her evil on a bun,
Will she ever be able to give up this life of crime?
If she does,
she has to do the time.

Murder
In her anger,
she slits a throat,
looking down,
There's blood on her coat,
Oh God!
What has she done,
The evil served her evil on a bun,
Will she ever be able to give up this life of crime?
If she does,
she has to do the time.
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