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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!

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