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In her head there’s a mocking bird singing.

In her heart there’s a sexy devil bringing 

pain.

She wants to see the devil’s ass.

She just forgot to stop the gas.

She ‘wants to hear him cry

and now she’s telling you goodbye.

Do you get it, brother, she is dead and gone.

Don’t you get it, sister , you burned her throne.

You bring her flowers now, you just pass by

At the funeral you cried,

but not because of her,

but because it’s sad to die.

She did write a letter,

and she didn’t mention you.

She was wearing a dress,

on her hand there was “i do”

To the devil she said it,

not to you,

but do you care

Come on,

you piece of human crap,

kill me too,

I dare

you.