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The prom was over she was on her way home,
when a car came from no where,
and ran over her.
Her beautiful prom dress,
now covered with blood.
Her arms had been broken her legs as well,
a server head wound,
the poor girl was dead.
Poor girl in her white prom dress,
lay dead on the road,
but I think she lives on.
On a starry night, when the moon hides behind a cloud,
people see her running,
trying to flag down a ride,
because she wants to go home,
away from that dreadful night,
when a car ran over her,
almost fifty years ago.
Some say she will get in their car,
say very Little, just take me home,
and when she is gone a big blood stain appears,
where she sat.
So my advice to you, is never pick up a girl,
wearing a blood stained prom dress,
don't ever take her for a ride,
unless you want a big blood stain where she sat.
when a car came from no where,
and ran over her.
Her beautiful prom dress,
now covered with blood.
Her arms had been broken her legs as well,
a server head wound,
the poor girl was dead.
Poor girl in her white prom dress,
lay dead on the road,
but I think she lives on.
On a starry night, when the moon hides behind a cloud,
people see her running,
trying to flag down a ride,
because she wants to go home,
away from that dreadful night,
when a car ran over her,
almost fifty years ago.
Some say she will get in their car,
say very Little, just take me home,
and when she is gone a big blood stain appears,
where she sat.
So my advice to you, is never pick up a girl,
wearing a blood stained prom dress,
don't ever take her for a ride,
unless you want a big blood stain where she sat.
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