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watching the tears role down your pretty face
poor little girl didnt win the race
little girl, tomarow will come another day
so stop sobbing, put those tears away

sweet little child that isnt mine
everything will soon be fine
go find your mom and dad
they will make you bright and not so sad

wheres your parents?
little girl just looked and pointed up in the sky
and said they went far far away, and didnt say bye

took her home with me, and gave her a bath
terrified with the marks on this little girls back
black and blue all over her porceline body
shes so innocent of her mommy and daddy

beaten and broken by her daddies whipping stick
not just bruises but cuts and knicks
what had she done?
did you do this to her for fun?

did you feel like a bigger man after beating the hell out of your 6 year old child?
im glad your dead..i will stand apon your crops and smile

watching the tears role down your pretty face
poor little girl didnt win the race
little girl, tomarow will come another day
so stop sobbing, put those tears away

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