You were the mother, of three girls so sweet That storm through your turnstile, and climbed to the street But after conception, your body lay cold Withered
You were the mother of three girls so sweet Who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street But after conception, your body lay cold And
you were the mother of three girls so sweet who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street but after conception your body lay cold and withered
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: you were the mother of three girls so sweet who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street but after conception your body lay cold and
you were the mother of three girls so sweet who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street but after conception your body lay cold and