catherine moll Biography

I had this friend by the name of Cathy, We met in a really strange way.
We both were abused by a man we both knew, and eventually he had his day.
Cathy had started to enjoy her life, a mother of two and a soon to be wife.
Then tragedy struck, she was taken from us, one of a few I could actually trust.
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A touch from you is like a touch from a feather
Though your hands are strong and rough
A kiss from you is like a soft gentle whisper
Though your lips are'nt moist enough
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So I finally died, let me rest in peace
I kicked the bucket, I am now deceased
No longer will I feel the pain and sorrow
That plaques our lives come tomorrow
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Ya know that I love ya and I think you're swell
But there's something you must here, something I must tell
I hope you're not offened when I say
You don't strike me as a Biker Bitch but that's ok
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What do you see when you look at me when we're standing face to face?
Do even see me standing here, are you in another place?
What do you see when you look at me when I'm sitting by your side?
Do you even see me sitting here, do I ever cross your mind?
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