He had a gun
And all he wanted was fun
I had flowers
And I wanted to be hers
To her apartment I went
After all the money I had spent
I saw them leave
And my heart began to weaveHe took her to the middle of nowhere
So no one could hear
I saw her strip
And then he pushed in deepI thought of driving back home
But my legs decided to roam
He shot me in the head
And she watched me fall deadComment and vote, thanks.
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