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Just Call Me Brenda Spencer

The Monroes


It was a normal day or so it would seem,
Instead of books she packed a magazine,
Grab a gun…have some fun…watch them run
And let the murder begin
She flashed her purpose like she flashed her teeth,
So no one knew what was coming,
Paint a wall…fuck them all…final fall…in the hall
But not me…

Oh brenda monday wasn’t perfect,
You did things I wish we could,
You took a gun and blew them away,
Brenda there’s a part of you inside of me…
She got to school and heard the bell ring,
That was her queue to butcher everything,
Do the dance…red romance…sinner trance
You little hell whore,

Oh she went down the hall to the gym,
She made them run till they were dead or dying,
What a show…heavy flow…skin and bones…you would know
But not me
Oh brenda monday wasn’t perfect,
You did things I wish we could,
You took a gun and blew them away,
Brenda there’s a part of you inside of me…

Oh brenda monday wasn’t perfect,
You did things I wish we could,
You took a gun and blew them away,
Brenda there’s a part of you inside of me
Oh brenda monday wasn’t perfect,
You did things I wish we could,
You took a gun and blew them away,
Brenda there’s a part of you inside of me

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