The Number Twelve Looks Like You Document. Grace Budd Lyrics
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Album: Track 3 on Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses
i took her to an empty house in westchester i had already picked up.
when we got there i told her to wait outside, pick wild flowers.
i went upstairs and stripped all of my clothes off.
i knew if i did not i would get her blood on them.
when all was ready i went to the window and called her.
then i hid in the closet until she was in the room.
she saw me all naked and began to cry and tried to run downstairs.
i grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama.
first i stripped her naked.
how she did kick bite and scratch.
i choked her to death.
then i cut her into small peices so i could take my meat to my room, cook
and eat it. Sweet and tender as it was roasted in the oven.
it took me nine days to eat her entire body.
i did not fuck her.
though i could have as i wished.
she died a virgin.