She said this, and he said that
Untill she got smacked
I see the gun
Ow, she better run
For her life depends on that
A shot to the head
Ow, she could have fled
But her heart could not bare
And her legs could not dare,
to run away from that man
He said he loved her
But how could he kill
A woman that had no will
She had no glee
So she paid the fee
Heavy it was
But she was finaly free
From a man that was disorderly
Tis not a fable or a tale
But a warning to all those male
A woman is kind, gentile, and weak
Her bruses show how brave she was
He said she deserved it because. . .
Killed by a man so loving and sweet
Till threatend by the power of the weak
