no wings in the spine of pepperbox Mary
a homesick girl on Liverpool street
to young to die to old to get married
and some say her heart runs on cold steel
no love in the life of pepperbox Mary
only the story of wuthering heights
this fair haired woman who's friends were all buried
roams our streets like a thief in the night
so if one day you spot pepperbox Mary
make sure not to stare in the green of her eyes
don't be bold, always be weary
or it will cost you the price of your life
sssssleeptight
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