The girl was never sweeter at sixteen
The gods just made her horny and neat
But everyone on the scene knew they could score
I said, belligerent whore
They found her dead on the floor
Dead on the floor
They found her dead on the floor
She tells them nothing but lies
And now she's whore to the flies
A memory to despise, empty the core
They had a wake at the beach
Someone made noise and brought treats [?]
Then covered her with a sheet
Who was it for, the raven said, nevermore
They found her dead on the floor
Dead on the floor
They found her dead on the floor
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