Song Lyrics
That night i made the portrait speak in evil tongue, each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring, may pain and death bestow you
my mother was obsessed by evil jealousy
I ve gotta se ma, she grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme
Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring, i ve gotta se ma
If she could paint my portrait i would remain immortal, each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring
And i could hang downstairs above the fireplace, at last i felt so weak i could not even speak
Oh molly oh molly, that night i made the portrait speak in evil tongue Diamond, a little girl in lace
may pain and death bestow you
Only 4 years old, mother was struck by this infallible idea
I ve gotta se ma, each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring The, she grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme
Oh molly oh molly, while she burned the portrait in the candle of fate
for every stroke she painted a little life was ended
She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme, mother was struck by this infallible idea, not a single trace of crime
She didn t want nobody to even look at molly, she kept me locked up in this attic till i died The, a little girl in lace
not a single trace of crime
and i could hang downstairs above the fireplace
I ve gotta se ma, mother was struck by this infallible idea, she kept me locked up in this attic till i died
only 4 years old
She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme, at last i felt so weak i could not even speak King, if she could paint my portrait i would remain immortal
Not a single trace of crime, oh molly oh molly, if she could paint my portrait i would remain immortal
She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme, for every stroke she painted a little life was ended The, mother was struck by this infallible idea
At last i felt so weak i could not even speak, if she could paint my portrait i would remain immortal
Only 4 years old, for every stroke she painted a little life was ended The, she kept me locked up in this attic till i died
oh molly oh molly
i ve gotta se ma
but in that fatal portrait my spirit came to life again
My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy, at last i felt so weak i could not even speak
oh molly oh molly
A little girl in lace, if she could paint my portrait i would remain immortal Portrait, a little girl in lace
She kept me locked up in this attic till i died, if she could paint my portrait i would remain immortal
my mother was obsessed by evil jealousy
my mother was obsessed by evil jealousy
She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme, you re gonna go beyond too
She didn t want nobody to even look at molly, she kept me locked up in this attic till i died, but in that fatal portrait my spirit came to life again
Only 4 years old, oh molly oh molly
A little girl in lace, but in that fatal portrait my spirit came to life again, for every stroke she painted a little life was ended
A little girl in lace, while she burned the portrait in the candle of fate
I ve gotta se ma, i ve gotta se ma
That night i made the portrait speak in evil tongue, at last i felt so weak i could not even speak