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Şarkı Sözleri My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy She didn't want nobody to even look at Molly She kept me locked up in this attic till I died Only 4 years old, my story left untold Oh, Molly Oh, Molly Mother was struck by this infallible idea If she could paint my portrait I would remain immortal And I could hang downstairs above the fireplace A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime Trace of crime Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring For every stroke she painted a little life was ended At last I felt so weak I could not even speak But in that fatal portrait my spirit came to life again Oh, Molly That night I made the portrait speak in evil tongue You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme While she burned the portrait in the candle of fate Oh, Molly I've gotta see ma