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Sallys Ghost

Well SALLY'S corpse is in the graveyard But her ghost clings to me like an old wet Blanket...maybe it's because I treated her Like dirt when she was alive and shot her When I caught her cheating on me then Threw her body in the in the dark, choppy Waters of the Chesapeake Bay but it wasn't Long until they found her body and now The rest of my life is to be spent in this High facility prison but the real but the Real torture is that she haunts me everyday And every night and I don't mean from Memory, I mean she really haunts me in All her stink and creepy crawlies... I guess I deserve her wrath, hell have no Fury like a woman scorned, she says I Will make you regret the day you were Ever born... I used to think dead is dead but now I Know I was wrong 'cuz she might be Dead but she is long from gone, she clings To me like an old wet blanket and I'm Going outta my head 'cuz I know she's Gonna haunt me now and long after I am Dead, even tho SALLY'S corpse is in the Graveyard she clings to me like an old wet Blanket, she says I'll never let you forget What you did to me on this you can bet... Oh and SALLY'S GHOST clings to me like An old cold, cold wet blanket, just like an old Cold, cold wet blanket!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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