HT 100 #149 - Sweet, Bitter, Salty, Sour
Something Awful
The salt sweat tainted her
But who's gonna believe her?
The girl wasn't right
Her little girl wasn't right
Inside her, she grows
The sour acid flows
The girl wasn't right
Her little girl wasn't right
She did not laugh or cry
She did not taste the sweet pie
The girl wasn't right
Her little girl wasn't right
The bitter lake drowned
The Devil, the father frowned
The girl wasn't right
Her little girl wasn't right
Go home, from whence you hail
Go home, Dorothy Gail