My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy She didn't want nobody to even look at MollyShe kept me locked up in this attic till I diedOnly 4 years old, my story left untold Oh, MollyOh, MollyMother was struck by this infallible idea If she could paint my portrait I would remain immortal And I could hang downstairs above the fireplace A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime Trace of crime Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring For every stroke she painted a little life was ended At last I felt so weak I could not even speak But in that fatal portrait my spirit came to life again Oh, MollyThat night I made the portrait speak in evil tongue You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme While she burned the portrait in the candle of fate Oh, MollyI've gotta see ma
My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy She didn't want nobody to even look at MollyShe kept me locked up in this attic till I diedOnly 4 years old, my story left untold Oh, MollyOh, MollyMother was struck by this infallible idea If she could paint my portrait I would remain immortal And I could hang downstairs above the fireplace A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime Trace of crime Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring For every stroke she painted a little life was ended At last I felt so weak I could not even speak But in that fatal portrait my spirit came to life again Oh, MollyThat night I made the portrait speak in evil tongue You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme While she burned the portrait in the candle of fate Oh, MollyI've gotta see ma
