She Sang Her Heart Out
She sang and she sang till blue in the face
It didn’t look bad with her dress of white lace
She sang her little heart out
Her body they did cart out
They searched for her heart, there was nary a trace
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2022
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