© 2002 – DV8 & © 1976 – Anne Rice
Ah, my beautiful Dementia,
She was such a lovely girl,
I remember Her all to well…
Her eyes were wild,
The colour of hell,
One look could freeze your soul…
She danced like a child,
And when She smiled,
Her teeth were sharp and bold…
Her lips were red,
Her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold…
Her skin was white as leprosy,
A Nightmare “Life-In-Death” was She,
She was such a lovely girl,
I remember Her all to well…
Her eyes were wild,
The colour of hell,
One look could freeze your soul…
She danced like a child,
And when She smiled,
Her teeth were sharp and bold…
Her lips were red,
Her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold…
Her skin was white as leprosy,
A Nightmare “Life-In-Death” was She,
Who thicked your blood with cold…
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