Weak her bones, cold her breath
Praying fearful in the moment of death
Feels the sleep coming near
Tries to keep her eyes open and clear
Through the dark,
there’s the sound she fears
Anne Claire, that is no love
you got to share
Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair
Easy meet placed
in an ugly game
Lights a candle for an endless shame
Your love is her pain,
growing to hate
R.I.P. for rape,
she’s no longer your
Anne Claire, that is no love
you got to share
Anne Claire, going into a sad lag of flair
Does she turn you on
Digging in her wound it’s done
Lay down on your feet
And pray for all your sins
Be ready to join your last lesson
Be ready to join your last kiss
Good bye, good bye my poor boy
Good boy, good boy,
no more toys