Lily Loves her Loaded Gun
Lily had a house on memory lane
And this is the story of how Lily went insane:
Her dresses were purple, and stitched up with silk
Her skin was so soft and insipid, like milk
Her hair had pink bows and her eyes hid her malice
And she lived all alone in a dark, empy palace
But the wind blew the bricks off
and her solitude bred
and one day she found a pistol
and stuck it up to her head
Then she looked in the mirror
And thought “what a waste,
I can’t make such a decision
And not in such haste.”
So of course Lily loaded and locked up her gun
And prepared for a day of indescribable fun
She made it a game, she hid in the dark
She waited for the children that would play in the park
Her dresses stained red, her house disappeared
In the town Lily was loathed and detested and feared
Lily was lovely but lived all alone
She was only afraid but had to fend on her own
Lily lost her house and that was her end
But all she had wanted, to begin with, was a friend.
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