Shotgun Wedding - The Agony Scene

She wasn’t born in that brothel, I’m told

Well aware of where she was

Well aware of where she’d end up

In what position

Dressed in red, down on her knees

She’d done this sort of thing before

Choking back on this disease

Dressed to kill

To die for

To die for

To die for

To die for

Her pretty face hides the demons inside

The kind that haunt her in her sleep

She was found face down in that ditch

Her skirt hiked up

All dressed in red, down on her knees

She’d done this sort of thing before

Make-up chases the tears down her face

The handprints left on her throat

He hits her, she’d ask for more

He hits her, she asked for

Just a little slut

She lost, a little slut

She lost, a little slut

She lost

Her pretty face hides the demons inside

The kind that haunt her in her sleep

She was found face down in that ditch

Her skirt hiked up