She is dead!
She had to die!
A bullet in the head,
It entered through her eye!
God, her beautiful blond hair
Blasted, scattered through the air!
Why, oh you God, why
Did she have to die?
Her life was so much misery,
Although. She herself, simplicity.
A prostitute, from time to time,
But ever, a true friend of mine!
I know. She did not live life
That the holy priests dictate,
Her whole existence, a strive,
Nobody ever gave her time or date,
For she was such a simple soul,
If considered, on the whole.
Used, abused, by every gung-ho male,
Until her self reliance did fail.
And now they have got her dead,
She shot a bullet through her head!