Ethel

Ethel Cain

She was heavenly, my Ethel
But she made a deal with the Devil, my Ethel
She held tight to her youth and beauty, my Ethel
Until He pried it from the cold dead hands of my Ethel
I close my eyes and count to three, she's no more
She's bleeding out, cradled in the driver's door
I asked for far too much, I'll take no more
It's not my place to question God what for


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