Rosabelle from Iguana Woman by Prom Threat

My name is Rosabelle, I was a Texas whore
Dispatched from this sweet world at the age of twenty-four
He was an evil man, beard like twisted wire
Bowie knife at the hips, grin full of sick desire

He filled me with such fear I haven’t left this place
For over a hundred years, I’ve occupied this space

The home I worked and died in is now a music hall
Where young folks come to drink and dance to rock n roll
The ladies fix their hair, they barely know I’m here
Even when they squint real hard when looking in the mirror

I miss having a body, though I never grew old
I’m tired of hangin’ round these stupid girls, and the bathroom is awful cold

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