Oliver Zajac
Sweet little child
Sweet little child
Born by her mother
But became another
Years ago, she
Was happy and played
She began to hate
Later on, she
Started to think
And began to drink
She was a kid
And watching the trees
She met the police
As she was small
There was much enjoying
When she is destroying
Sweet little child
Was born under stars
Are full of scars
Isn´t small any more
She´s also not sweet
And became a whore
Sweet little child
Made her parents cry
Sweet little child
Was born to die
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