My mother
The killer was a woman
A woman he knew
She had just won back his confidence
His hapinnes made him blind
for the monster that woman was inside
She sneaked in the night so blue
and made him sufficate in disapointment and betray
In the end it became all clear
she killed him for the money
her dear
A woman he knew
She had just won back his confidence
His hapinnes made him blind
for the monster that woman was inside
She sneaked in the night so blue
and made him sufficate in disapointment and betray
In the end it became all clear
she killed him for the money
her dear
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| Auteur: The Lizard King | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 februari 2012 | ||
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