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This poen IS R-Rated, so read at your own discretion...
Hello, I am seventeen and my name is Debbie,
And no matter what, my friends won’t believe me.
They say I don’t know what love is. What it means.
But please, pretty soon I’ll be eighteen.
They say it isn’t real because I met him on the computer.
They say we will never take it to the altar.
They just laugh and tell me one day I’ll understand.
Forget it. I know he will one day take my hand.
Run little one run, he is not the one.
Run little one run, run little one run.
Run little one run, he is not the one.
My name is Katie, and my friend won’t get it.
She is in love with a man and wants to split.
That is all well and good, but they haven’t even met.
She doesn’t even know that he could be a threat.
She tells me to trust her, and she knows what she’s doing
I say fuck that, this is not time to be guessing.
She is running the opposite way.
Love or marriage? No it’s your funeral day.
She is running the opposite way.
My name is Dan, and my daughter is missing.
Where the hell is she, where is she going?
No warning, no signs, not even a letter.
Did I do something wrong? Could I have done better?
Am I a bad dad? Is it my entire fault?
Has life been the wound and this is the salt?
Run little one run, he is not the one.
Run little one run, run little one run.
Run little one run, he is not the one.
My name is Keith and I am forty-seven.
Some girl thinks am nineteen and my name is Alan.
Hopefully she will be coming over any second.
God please because I need some action.
I feel a little bad, but she is to blame.
She was the catalyst in this game.
I’m no more of a rapist than she is a whore.
Just as I thought, there is a knock on the door.
She is running the opposite way.
Love or marriage? No it’s your funeral day.
She is running the opposite way.
My name is Larry, and I am a police chief,
And what I saw today would give you grief.
Worst crime scene I have ever done seen.
Poor little girl, she was just seventeen.
Clothes ripped off and a knife in her head.
Not to mention her bloody limbs were tied to a bed.
Legs were broken because they weren’t that flexible.
Her jaw was out of place after she got a mouthful.
God forbid anyone should have to see this.
What did happen to this little princess?
Run little one run, he is not the one.
Run little one run, run little one run.
She is running the opposite way.
Love or marriage? No it’s your funeral day.
And no matter what, my friends won’t believe me.
They say I don’t know what love is. What it means.
But please, pretty soon I’ll be eighteen.
They say it isn’t real because I met him on the computer.
They say we will never take it to the altar.
They just laugh and tell me one day I’ll understand.
Forget it. I know he will one day take my hand.
Run little one run, he is not the one.
Run little one run, run little one run.
Run little one run, he is not the one.
My name is Katie, and my friend won’t get it.
She is in love with a man and wants to split.
That is all well and good, but they haven’t even met.
She doesn’t even know that he could be a threat.
She tells me to trust her, and she knows what she’s doing
I say fuck that, this is not time to be guessing.
She is running the opposite way.
Love or marriage? No it’s your funeral day.
She is running the opposite way.
My name is Dan, and my daughter is missing.
Where the hell is she, where is she going?
No warning, no signs, not even a letter.
Did I do something wrong? Could I have done better?
Am I a bad dad? Is it my entire fault?
Has life been the wound and this is the salt?
Run little one run, he is not the one.
Run little one run, run little one run.
Run little one run, he is not the one.
My name is Keith and I am forty-seven.
Some girl thinks am nineteen and my name is Alan.
Hopefully she will be coming over any second.
God please because I need some action.
I feel a little bad, but she is to blame.
She was the catalyst in this game.
I’m no more of a rapist than she is a whore.
Just as I thought, there is a knock on the door.
She is running the opposite way.
Love or marriage? No it’s your funeral day.
She is running the opposite way.
My name is Larry, and I am a police chief,
And what I saw today would give you grief.
Worst crime scene I have ever done seen.
Poor little girl, she was just seventeen.
Clothes ripped off and a knife in her head.
Not to mention her bloody limbs were tied to a bed.
Legs were broken because they weren’t that flexible.
Her jaw was out of place after she got a mouthful.
God forbid anyone should have to see this.
What did happen to this little princess?
Run little one run, he is not the one.
Run little one run, run little one run.
She is running the opposite way.
Love or marriage? No it’s your funeral day.