Empty me, Fill me up

black long hair

She promised she would grow her hair till a man treats her right
It grew, and grew, and grew
And when they would pull her hair while killing her with a smile, she'd say it's love
This is love
And she'd let them rap her hair around their filthy fingers
And when the light would shut down she would cry, and cry
But it's love, it's love, it's love
And her hair grew long till it covered her body like a cape, covering her curves from their filthy eyes, their filthy hearts
But their hands would touch, oh they would wonder around, and her hair would get pulled right back
Her black long hair
And their filthy looks would dig black holes into her soul
Her beautiful white pure soul
And her hair would grow, and grow, and grow
But it's love, it's love, it's love...