I stomped on a butterfly
And spit in the wind
Hail and lightning I like to sin
Saints are fools with there kindness
And giving.
I am a dark angel from hell and
Unforgiving.
If you are looking for love?
Don’t look to me.
All I have to offer is pain and misery
You should be afraid of me little girl
I will beat you up and rip out your blond little curls.
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