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Awful Pretty
(words & music by Markus Rill) |
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Awful Pretty:
When I get ambitious, I write stuff like this. At one point,
I'd actually given up on the idea of writing from a sex offender's
point of view and almost forgotten all about it. One day,
my friend Dennis Schütze unintentionally challenged me
by asking whether I'd ever finished "that kinky weirdo
song." When I went back to it, I'd gained a new perspective
and I changed a few things, wrote two new verses and put the
whole thing together. |
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I picked up my girl at my ex-wife's
place
Every other week, we get to spend a day
I was gonna take her out for a picnic in the woods and maybe
catch a few fish
We saw the dead girl lying by the roadside in a ditch
Well, Marie she's eight years old and she prayed and asked
the Lord
What does anything like this ever have to happen for?
And as one girl was silent the other cried and I couldn't
make her stop
As I was standing in the dirch, waiting for the cops
She lay there so still and quietly
That the thought occurred to me
Don't she look awful pretty, awful pretty
No-one spoke a word on the long ride home
We both thought of the girl who's not gonna grow old
And I looked at Marie and I realized she was just as beautiful
as my former wife
And the girl we'd left behind
The one who lay there so still and quietly
That I couldn't help but feel
That she looked awful pretty, awful pretty
Marie and her Mom, they've now moved away
It's just as well 'cause something has changed
There's just something 'bout Marie that reminds me of the
dead girl's face
And I get these strange desires that I can't erase
'cause the sight keeps haunting me
Nights when I can't sleep I'm a-thinkin'
Don't she look awful pretty, awful pretty
So still and quietly
That the thought occurred to me
Don't she look awful pretty, awful pretty |
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