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My mother was obsessed by jealousy
She didn't want nobody to look at Molly
She me locked up in this attic till I died
Only 4 years old, my left untold

Oh,
Oh,

Mother was struck by this infallible
If she paint my portrait I would remain immortal
And I hang downstairs above the fireplace
A little in lace, not a single trace of crime
of crime

Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to
For every stroke she a little life was ended
At I felt so weak I could not even speak
But in that fatal portrait my spirit came to life

Oh,

That night I made the speak in evil tongue
gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you
She grabbed a and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme
While she the portrait in the candle of fate

Oh,

I've see ma