Document. Grace Budd lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Album: Put On Your Rosy Red Glasses

Lyrics

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I took her to an empty house in westchester I had already picked up
When we got there I told her to wait outside, pick wild flowers
I went upstairs and stripped all of my clothes off
I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them
When all was ready I went to the window and called her
Then I hid in the closet until she was in the room
She saw me all naked and began to cry and tried to run downstairs
I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama
First I stripped her naked
How she did kick bite and scratch
I choked her to death
Then I cut her into small peices so I could take my meat to my room, cook
And eat it
Sweet and tender her ass roasted in the oven
It took me nine days to eat her entire body
I did not fuck her
Though I could have as I wished
She died a virgin

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