Little girl blue,
so tiny and frail
what could she do?
reflecting on her thumbnail
taken in by sweet dreaming
the autumn is gone,
now winter's night gleaming
on the marble of a pawn
so take heed, little girl
don't be tranquilized
by his fresh, filthy hands
on your lily-white thighs
no, he'll get you dear
with lips of strawberry lies
sickening and sweet
plucking roses from your eyes
he'll taste so good
but those kisses are fake
but his precious pills --
to dream, you will take.
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