Betsy
At the department of forgotten songs
There is a crying girl
She's lonely
She's just sixteen
Or forty-five
She's been abandoned for almost all her life
She can remember the boy who kissed her
But it was meant for her evil B-side sister
There is a crying girl
She's lonely
She's just sixteen
Or forty-five
She's been abandoned for almost all her life
She can remember the boy who kissed her
But it was meant for her evil B-side sister
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