“I have a deadly nightshadeSo twisted does it grow-with berries black as midnight And a skull as white as snow The vicar’s cocky young son Came to drink my tea He touched me without asking now he’s buried ‘neath a tree”
“I’ve been so lucky in terms of that whole world. It is a dangerous world out there. It’s scary…
I’ll put brown babies in a box, If you just watch the news on Fox
Did you want me to see them,or did you simply not care enough to protect mefrom your smut,
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