Somebody's Jealous
cold button noses
pressed up to the roses
beautiful dreamer so curled up against the sky
in your dreams you decided who will live and who shall die
but pretty little you could not know
where I come and where I go.
The tide is high and your end is nigh-come
say your prayers little bitty pretty one
think so pretty and speak so calm
but in the end your nature come
I see you as you really are
oh twinkle twinkle little star
so many truths twisted abuse
no more am will i suffer your misuse
bitter wives tale
meets the pointed nail
lullaby music filled with hell
broken magic by the hunter's wail
here i come ready or not
is this the end you had sought
probably not funny lover
no longer will you have to bother
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2005
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