Mrs. Connor couldn`t keep it
And nobody can see
The bright archangel that she used to be
And it was oh, so sad
How she used to break their backs
with what she had
When she was young, they say
She used to murder two or three a day
That way
All her lovers love as dead now
She`s old, and the cold will kill her
She lusts only for the far, dark, deep of grave
She`d sleep alone
And when death comes for Mrs.Connor
He`ll lay his heavy length upon her and groan
And twine his fingers in her long white hair
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