Of moths that fall
Three sisters
One of which is lame
The others are insane
They want to see me
In their castle
On a little golden plate
If I fit so their hands can hold me
Will they hurt me, cut me, make me tame
Three sisters
One of which is lame
The others are insane
They want to see me
In their castle
On a little golden plate
If I fit so their hands can hold me
Will they hurt me, cut me, make me tame