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The silver knife... |
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geschrieben am: 18.11.2000 um 15:49 Uhr
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GEORGIE
There is some guy I used to know
He was my love some time ago
He was my saviour and my God
Now he paints pictures with my blood
He was a master of disguise
Blue flames were dancing in his eyes
And when he touched me with his glance
I didn't have the slightest chance
Georgie was sitting on his throne
And I adored him to the bone
I gave up everything I had
Just for my George, the evil mad
I did the things he told me to
And kept obedient through and through
I tried to please him day and night
But Georgie wasn't satisfied
He used to have some love affairs
He used to kick me down the stairs
He used to hit me till I whined
Picked on me till I shut my mind
At night he'd crawl up to my bed
Whispered soft words until he bled
Apologized until he cried
Begged me to stay there by his side
I never listened to his words
They wouldn't ever heal my hurts
But Master Georgie was sublime
So I forgave him every time
Although I knew he always lied
I didn't even try to fight
Because I loved him more than life
My Georgie with the silver knife
But when he held it to my breast
It was my dolor manifest
Instead of asking him to go
I laughed and said: "Well, there you go.
What are you waiting for, my dear?
Just push it through, I have no fear."
Well, Georgie wouldn't hesitate
And pierced me with his silver blade.
Now I am lying on the floor
My clothes are red and full of gore
I know I'll never come to rest
With that cold metal in my chest.
xxx
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