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She can taste the blood in the corner of her mouth
From when she was tripped during a struggle to the door
The iron taste to accompany the scarred ford
From when she “fell down the stairs” at the home of her “love”
Pretty young girl named Cree
Her boyfriend always giving her the third degree
"Who you with?" "Where you at?"
When he doesn't get the right answer he hits her with a bat
How is that? She says she love him like crazy