VASUNDHARA
(Marco)
There was a girl
There was a girl named Vasundhara
Fifteen years old, dark hair
She stole daddy's car
Midnight
No light
Bad sight
Tree
Her parents cried
Their daughter died
How should they go on?
Mother got mad
And so did dad
And that's how it goes
Long knife
In Wife
Bullet
In dad
A nosy nun
She heard the gun
And what did she see?
She saw the knife
And then the wife
And parts of daddy
Holy
Moly
Heart
Attack
I'm not
One of those guys
Who give advice
I knew if I was
But
Enjoy your life
Don't stab your wife
And don't steal cars
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